[Tim's behind the bar, currently, never mind the irony in the fact that he can't drink. The guy seems roughly Tim's age, give or take a few years, though that might just be the way he happens to physically looks; Tim's learned not to make those kinds of assumptions.]

[Nonetheless, there's one thing he can be completely certain of: the fact that the guy looks like he's running from something. Tim recognizes that look, see. He's worn it himself too often not to.]

It's hard to tell with the crowd we have around here, [says Tim, nonchalant,] but you are over eighteen, right? Or are you just looking for...I dunno, coconut milk or something?

[They have so much coconut. So much.]