Evangeline swipes her credit card through an electronic device, paying the fare instantly. She then hauls herself out of the taxi and adjusts her jeans by wriggling from side to side, having been couped up in the confines of the back seat for some time.
Is it safe?
Probably not. It's Starbucks, after all.
In any case. It's on the house.
Evangeline wanders into the ground floor cafeteria and, as if having prior experience, promptly takes a place at the end of the short queue waiting to be served.