happy national coffee day, everyone! in celebration of the occasion, there's a half-priced drinks special going on at your favorite coffee place! feel free to tag around, invite your friends, do whatever! just try to cut our poor employees some slack...
[she'd been crouched down behind the register, searching for that darn box of leftover sugar substitutes that should been in the cupboard, when the customer's voice resounds, effectively startling her. the top of her head rams into the inner frame of the cupboard door,] —ow!— [causing it to shudder as minako scrambles out and into a stand.]
...good evening, sir. [she says, the edges of her mouth pulled into a pained smile. one hand rubs the slowly forming bump atop her head while the other enters his order.] You, uh... You said one espresso shot, right?
[ His eyes narrow at the girl behind the counter. Ironically, the fact that she repeated his order back at him placated Jacopo for a moment. Despite hitting her head against the cupboard and revealing herself as a klutz, he appreciated that she at least halfway seemed to know what she was doing.
After all, Jacopo was familiar with business decorum. ]
That's right.
[ A pause. ]
I want it as strong as possible and 163 degrees Fahrenheit by the time it's served to me.
[with the most self-assured, beatific smile:] No problem! I'll get it out to you shortly.
[she adds in today's discount, bringing his order to a grand total of 65 cents! incredible. the price flashes onto the card reader.] Do you have a punch card with us, sir? On your tenth visit, you get a free drink and pastry!
[ Deep down in his arctic heart, Jacopo was impressed by the barista's unflappable attitude. He did, however, consider that she might instead be stupid.
Jacopo produces his wallet from his pocket, sliding his seventh punch card out for the barista to examine. Today was his fifth visit to the cafe, according to the punch card. ]
Well, looks like I'll have to come back five more times then.
[ Even without the punch cards, he would have returned to the cafe. It was at an extremely convenient location, right across the street from his office.
Jacopo reaches back into his wallet before sliding a twenty-dollar bill across the counter. ]
Keep the change. I don't have smaller bills. If your manager asks why the cash register's balance is off, just tell him to stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.
[not withholding any of her amusement, a chuckle escapes her throat. withdrawing a hole-puncher from her apron pocket, she makes quick work of the punch card before handing it back. it's strange. given the amount of holes already on the card, she's surprised she hasn't run into the guy before.]
Oh, don't worry 'bout it. I'll just add the leftover change to our tip jar. No one's going to bite my head off or anything. Appreciate the concern though.
[her fingers hover over the screen, about to complete the transaction, when—she hesitates. minako taps a single, neatly filed nail against her chin in thought.] ...still, are you sure? You could buy more than just the single shot of espresso with this. Like... actual food. Something more than just caffeine to get you through the night.
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...good evening, sir. [she says, the edges of her mouth pulled into a pained smile. one hand rubs the slowly forming bump atop her head while the other enters his order.] You, uh... You said one espresso shot, right?
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After all, Jacopo was familiar with business decorum. ]
That's right.
[ A pause. ]
I want it as strong as possible and 163 degrees Fahrenheit by the time it's served to me.
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[she adds in today's discount, bringing his order to a grand total of 65 cents! incredible. the price flashes onto the card reader.] Do you have a punch card with us, sir? On your tenth visit, you get a free drink and pastry!
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Jacopo produces his wallet from his pocket, sliding his seventh punch card out for the barista to examine. Today was his fifth visit to the cafe, according to the punch card. ]
Well, looks like I'll have to come back five more times then.
[ Even without the punch cards, he would have returned to the cafe. It was at an extremely convenient location, right across the street from his office.
Jacopo reaches back into his wallet before sliding a twenty-dollar bill across the counter. ]
Keep the change. I don't have smaller bills. If your manager asks why the cash register's balance is off, just tell him to stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.
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Oh, don't worry 'bout it. I'll just add the leftover change to our tip jar. No one's going to bite my head off or anything. Appreciate the concern though.
[her fingers hover over the screen, about to complete the transaction, when—she hesitates. minako taps a single, neatly filed nail against her chin in thought.] ...still, are you sure? You could buy more than just the single shot of espresso with this. Like... actual food. Something more than just caffeine to get you through the night.