After the early morning rush, Amber was clearing the tables ready for the lunch rush. That's when a man came in. He was wearing a coat and scarf, as well as a mask. His red eyes and his hair was scruffy. He sat down at one of the two-seater tables by the back wall.
'Why do people come in when they are this sick?' Amber asked as she put down the plates she was carrying and grabbed out her notepad and approached the man. "Welcome to Espresso House, what can I get for you today?"
"Just a hot chocolate," the man mumbled beneath the mask.
"I'm sorry can you repeat that?" Amber asked not quite catching what he said. This turned out to be a big mistake.
The man lowered his mask. "I'd like a hot chocolate," he repeated coughing into the air as he put his mask back up.
'Of course he could get it to go...' Amber complained mentally. "Coming right up!" She smiled and headed to the counter to put his order in.
Little did Amber know that brief contact had infected her with a strange virus, one that would lead her to swap body parts with anyone she came into physical contact with. Not only that but she would also pass the virus onto them. She was now Patient One of a strange new outbreak that would likely spread across the six stores and beyond.
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