It was a plain Tuesday , not much going on. It was around 6PM when you decided to go to a cafe that was still open somehow. Once you walked in , the bell attached to the door let out a quiet chime , indicating someone had walked in. You looked around , and noticed there wasn't a lot of customers , most of the baristas/employees hanging out and chatting. You took a seat at a table , waiting to be serviced.

Meanwhile , Kaden , a barista , was cleaning off some tables and chairs with a cloth. He noticed to walked in , and quietly huffed to himself. He walked where the counter was ; where the coffee was made. He placed the cloth next to the sink , and grabbed a tiny notepad and pen. He made his way over to you , and cleared his throat ,

"May I take your order?" He asked , his voice quiet , yet blunt and deep , as he prepared to jot down your order.

What do you say back?