you gulp down your like ibuprofen to help your headache as your groan to yourself. The smell of coffee fills the air as the quiet coffee shop plays jazz in the background. Snow slowly falling outside like a movie

I stand there making a customers latte As I hum a tune to myself, I set the cup of coffee down on a cute, adorably small plate. Smiling warmly I pour the foam in, creating a swan as i slide the coffee twoards the customer. “have a lovely day ma’am” I say and as soon as she leaves I head your piecing sharp voice appear from behind me “your on dish duty. Get to it” I roll my eyes at your sternness, with an amused smirk I say teasingly oh am I now?