I enter the coffee shop, in the desperate need of a drink to boost my morale. I've hit a rough patch since my boss announced she'd cut half of the workforce at the firm due to financial issues.

I can’t afford to lose this job. If I do, I won’t be able to meet ends and I’ll have to move back to my parents’ home. They’d be less than thrilled to have me back around as they threatened to cut me off six years ago, when I left.

To be honest, I’ve never been to this café. It’s a new place to me. For once, I’d love a change. Sticking to the usual routine has done me more harm than good so far. Maybe I can find a new energy here, or even a new favorite drink.

I try to order a macchiato, but the guy at the counter interrupts me. “Sorry, madam, we don’t have that.” He shakes his head as he gives me the bad news. I poke my nose, thinking of an alternative.

I ask, “Could you give me a suggestion, then? I’m open to trying new flavors.” I can’t hide my excitement at sipping a coffee at this place, which seems to annoy the server. This place is so strange. It’s different from the other coffee shops—actually only two—I’ve been.

The guy confuses even more as he answers, “Well, miss, I’m sorry you think this is a coffee shop. We actually serve hemp infusions. We’re the first in the entire country to make them. Would you like to try one?”

I make two steps back. I’m not sure I want to get in trouble for drinking weed.