It’s not that Blaine comes by this way just to leer, that would be seriously uncouth. No, there’s a reason he heads west out of his door each afternoon and takes the eight block hike to the subway instead of turning east and only two blocks away from the bus stop. That reason is clearly the small coffee shop buried between the solid walls of brick buildings. The coffee isn’t as good as the much closer cafe, but the cup is thirty cents cheaper, and in this economy, every penny counts. Or something. It certainly doesn’t hurt that shop is located a few doors down and across the street from the fire station.