The legend
How Scream found Friends
It started with a phone call. 'Hello?' said the barista. A raspy voice on the other end: 'What's… your favorite… scary drink?'
Before anyone could answer, a figure in a long black robe was standing at the counter. Pale mask. Silent stare. Holding a cinnamon shaker like it meant business.
It pointed at the espresso machine. The team got to work: cinnamon white chocolate latte, vanilla cold foam, and a heavy-handed shake of cinnamon crunch. The figure took one sip and let out the loudest, happiest SCREAM the café had ever heard.
Scream Bun visits every October now. The team still doesn't know who's under the mask. They've stopped asking. They just keep the cinnamon stocked.
“AAAAAHHH — that's so good.”