[size=9pt]His first barista job hadn't been something he chose. It was out of necessity, a desperate grab for funds to get him through college. He'd hated Starbucks and their tacky decorations, their asshole customers and their bad music. Here, though, it was different. This place had taste. It was cozy and rustic, and though their music choice wasn't exactly original, at least it was Spotify's Coffee Shop playlist and not aimlessly chosen from some Top 10 Pop Songs compilation.
He took orders like a champ, passing a grin that made the old women weak in the knees and making idle chit chat with whatever Yoga mom needed the emotional support. 'Pilates or Tea with the girlfriends? Sharon brought scones but I really need to tone up my mid-section, you know?' He didn't know, because Moon was perhaps 70% bone, 20% muscle and 10% fake smiles to win him a promotion, but if he could do anything, it was convince some lady with a bad dipdye job that he really cared.
He took Hearteyes order with a nod and busied himself putting it together, quick moves with grace and care typical to, like, pottery or ballet or some shit. He genuinely cared. He bent over the counter and scanned the place for the person who'd ordered, spotting her near Margaery and her group. Picking up on the woman's words a moment before he called out, he frowned. "Coffee is great, Sparkles, you're all just cowards. Speaking of; Vanilla Chai Tea for emoji girl?"
He took orders like a champ, passing a grin that made the old women weak in the knees and making idle chit chat with whatever Yoga mom needed the emotional support. 'Pilates or Tea with the girlfriends? Sharon brought scones but I really need to tone up my mid-section, you know?' He didn't know, because Moon was perhaps 70% bone, 20% muscle and 10% fake smiles to win him a promotion, but if he could do anything, it was convince some lady with a bad dipdye job that he really cared.
He took Hearteyes order with a nod and busied himself putting it together, quick moves with grace and care typical to, like, pottery or ballet or some shit. He genuinely cared. He bent over the counter and scanned the place for the person who'd ordered, spotting her near Margaery and her group. Picking up on the woman's words a moment before he called out, he frowned. "Coffee is great, Sparkles, you're all just cowards. Speaking of; Vanilla Chai Tea for emoji girl?"
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