I mean he probably has. Assassin school definitely should have taught anatomy, but he doesn't remember any of that and Cesare's education is... lacking. SHUT UP HE WAS THIRTEEN THATS LIKE ALMOST AN ADULT AND IT WAS TRUE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OKAY. THEY WERE GOING TO MOVE IN TOGETHER AND EVERYTHING.

Cesare gives him a Look, because even if he'd seen the kid enough times to know which coffee he was most likely to take on a given day, actual communication wasn't exactly a thing that happened. Did this count as sexual harassment?

"My shift ends in an hour," he says, without much interest. He glances behind him; the line's gotten small for now. "Can't you do it now?"