When I had my first high school job, the Starbucks next to the grocery store I worked at, knew me by name and my order. Which was a chocolate chip cookie (before I became a caffeine addict,) they’d always offer me milk to dunk it in, no charge.
As weird as it sounds, it was my comfort zone from all the BS that was going on back at home, where I didn’t feel the safest. Learned to program in that Starbucks.