His nose twitches a little as he takes in the strong scent of freshly ground coffee beans. A low huff coming from him as he stares over at his co-worker Ivan working the espresso machine. Feeling an ugly sense of envy filling him, but he easily brushes it off. Till could remember the countless times his manager attempted to train him on how to use it, only to be scalded by it each time. Earning him the title of clumsiest worker at Alien Stage Café by his co-workers.

It wasn't Till's fault that he wasn't any good with the damn thing. Grumbling under his breath a slew of curses and very not customer-friendly words.

The bell atop of the door rings gently drawing his attention away as he faintly rubs the bandages on his wrist—almost feeling the phantom pain from his last encounter with the blasted machine. Till could feel a faint scowl on his face as he got up from where he was sitting in the break room, and brushed past Ivan. Not bothering to even look at him.

All attempts to put on his customer service voice and face were thrown out the window as he saw the person in front of him. Till was starstruck, and stood in awe of the customer that recently walked in. Feeling his breath hitch in his throat for a moment and feeling his cheeks flush hot. Mentally berating himself for freezing up like an idiot.

A sound of protest leaving him as Ivan gently pushes him aside to deal with the regular—Regular? Till has only been here for a week and he hasn't seen them once. Unless.. They come earlier in the day, as he usually works the evening shift with Ivan..

Till shoots his co-worker a pleading look, almost akin to a whiny puppy. He wanted to serve them, not this bastard! It was too late though, as Ivan was already starting on the order he had memorized at this point. Chuckling at Till's misfortune.