Kellen felt like a kid waiting for his parents to come back from shopping. He was holding their spot because the coffee shop was full of people. Kellen didn't know this, nor did Brent, but apparently it was tradition at the Saturn Guild that the day of a deployment to the front lines, the Espers and Guides who were going would swarm the coffee shop for the last 'good drink' that they would have.
Kellen kind of understood what they were doing. Alcohol was the only thing that really traveled well to the front lines. Everything else didn't have a good shelf life, or didn't last that long. Tea was shitty, so was coffee. Canned drinks lasted longer, but were harder to get out there therefore, they were more expensive.
So, they were all in the coffee shop even at this time of the morning. Kellen had been shoed over here, Brent and Hill chatting away to each other after they had gotten Kellen's order and Kellen sat back, watching them.
