Hark, the smells of coffee beckons to thee!

[notbroody]

WHO: Niko, Takeo (open, feel free to make threads and hop)
WHAT: Just another day at work
WHERE: Transcend Coffee
WHEN: Afternoon



He'd probably get tired of the smell at some point. For the moment, the smell alone was good for a caffeine fix until he could find time to sneak a cup for himself.

It was routine at this point: dumping his bag and guitar in the back, writing down his shift time and catching up on note tag, avoiding being swept up in their Boss' antics, and sweeping his hair up in a neat, short pony-tail. Same old, same old...

Transcend, being the hipster artsy place it was, was currently having a special of buy a cake slice, get a little flag art work pointing out of it. The art was all donated, varying from intricate landscapes to abstract who knows what to crude stick figures to suggestive topics that were decidedly inappropriate for younger customers and saved for the late night crowd. Having been pestered to add on to the pile, Niko'd folded a mini-airplane and put it in crash fall into a piece of dark chocolate.

Comments

[velvetcrush]

The coffee shop certainly beckoned to Kaori, especially since it gave her an opportunity to procrastinate on her schoolwork. She hustled into the shop, immediately dumped her book-bag - a pink denim monstrosity decorated with bits of lace and a popular cartoon cat - at the first unoccupied seat she saw. Kaori walked quickly up the counter, sufficiently blocking anyone else from approaching it while she perused the menu to figure out what she wanted. It just took a moment then she was ready to order.

"I'll have an iced double mocha and a slice of dark chocolate cake," she told the barista.

A while After Karoi Leaves

[heartracing]

A break, that was what she needed. Just a normal break to get away from the whole business. For the past three hours she had been racing all over the city picking up parcels and deliver them to other places. Service with a smile they called it, Ayako saw it as more grin and bear it. Some of the packages were easy drop offs, light weight, nothing too cumbersome to carry. A quick "Thank you, Sir or Ma'am" tip of the hat, and then a mark or signature to seal the deal. Some not so easy and bigger then she expected, or heavier then she wanted to carry. There were a few rudies, but nothing too bad. Tips were appricated, and so far she'd made just under seventy five, give or take some change. It was a good day...so far.

But now the exhaustion set in, her water had run dry and the last fifteen minutes or so she'd been racing around town with a dry throat and he knee hurting. The coffee shop was a welcome sight, but she wasn't too keen on the whole hipster aspect. Mostly from having to deal with people who claimed to be them but then mocked the athleates due to their "idosyncratic actions." Whatever that ment. So it had been with a bit of relcutance that she had gone in.

Dressed in her uniform, yellow and blue blazer her last name pinned on a badge, page boy cap with the name of the service on top, blue pants and yellow gym shoes, she stuck out more then she wanted. Taking off the cap she wiped her forehead with some napkins, something that got a look from a few customers in the corner, and sighed to the clerk.

"Bottle of water, a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam and a iced expresso please."