Stacey sat at her typical seat at the typical coffee house drinking her typical drink. Needless to say, she'd been here a few times. It was a part of her routine, and if you knew Stacey, you knew she liked her routines.<br/><br/>Up at 5:45.<br/>Showered and dressed by 6:30.<br/>Out of the door by 7:00.<br/><br/>That leaves just enough time to have a cup of java and a biscotti for breakfast while flipping through the local paper, which is precisely what she was doing. Sure, the people often changed, sometimes a new face behind the counter, sometimes someone would be sitting at her table. These things tended to ruffle Stacey's feathers, and she had on more than one occasion, bribed the person in her spot to find another spot, far far from her table.<br/><br/>But this morning had gone rather smoothly. Just as she had wrapped her hands around her coffee order, black of course, she noticed an older couple meandering over to her corner. Stacey hastened her step, having to go around a few tables to arrive just moments before they grabbed one of the adjoining chairs. Stacey smiled smugly and flipped her paper open, relaxing a bit once the couple were out of her line of sight.<br/><br/>Just as she began to immerse herself into this morning's hot topics, she heard a commotion and a rather loud "OW" from the girl sitting at one of the plush chairs next to her table. Stacey never dared sit in those things herself... The germs! Could you imagine? The mere thought made Stacey shudder. But the continued grumbling from the teenager from behind the counter brought Stacey back.<br/><br/>Peering over her paper at the victim of the barista's clumsyness, she watched as the young girl attempted to dry up the coffee mess with paper napkin. Stacey tsk'd to herself before sighing rather loudly. While she went out of her way to avoid interaction with strangers, especially messy strangers, she couldn't let the poor girl keep making such a mess. There was now napkins all over and it was making Stacey uncomfortable. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small container of fabric wipes. Stacey was always prepared.<br/><br/>"Ahem," Stacey cleared her throat as she reached her hand over towards the girl. Of course, Stacey made absolutely no effort to move any closer to the girl. If she wanted to wipe, she would have to get up and get it herself. But, Stacey felt as if she were the patron Saint of tidiness just by offering.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, miss?" Stacey waved the wipe in the air, hoping to get the girls attention before the mess got any bigger.