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Bucky Barnes was one of Brooklyn's top lawyers. He'd been a defense lawyer for almost eight years and was known as one of the most powerful and influential people in the entire city.
So why the fuck couldn't he find a decent coffee shop?
He had gone to Starbucks for a really long time. There was one on every corner -- or, at least, that's what it seemed like. But then he had gone to Indiana, where he was helping his sister move after her split from her ex-husband, and the small town she lived in didn't have a Starbucks, so he went to a mom-and-pop type coffee shop that Becca liked.
And their coffee was a thousand times better than what he'd ever had at Starbucks.
So, once he moved Becca and her son back to Brooklyn, he decided to search the city. There had to be a privately-owned coffee shop in the city, right? At least one?
So far, he'd been to six. Six. And he hadn't been able to find one yet.
So, he'd decided this was it. His very last try. If this wasn't the one, he was going back to Starbucks. Even though he really didn't want to, Bucky was pretty sure his luck was so bad that he wouldn't be able to find one -- not if this didn't pan out.
And that's when he stepped into Wilson & Rogers.