Noriko knew the drill. She'd get up early, help open up at The Grindstone, head to school then come back after school for her next shift. Usually she didn't aim for tips, but sometimes there were things she wanted that she'd rather save up tips for than use her check for. You were a good tipper. She'd smile at you, maybe ask how your day was going, and if she felt like it maybe even throw in a freebie just to get a better tip. This morning she'd complimented your outfit, nodding appreciatively as she rung you up, "That'll be eight dollars and fifteen cents."