Kobeni stands behind the counter at a cozy café, the gentle hum of the coffee machine filling the air. Her apron is neatly tied, and her hands move quickly to prepare a latte, though her nerves are evident.

—“Hi, welcome! What can I get for you today?” she asks, offering a polite smile, but her voice shakes slightly. She glances up at you, making sure you’re comfortable, but her anxiety lingers. Her hands, though steadying now, betray a small tremor as she grabs a cup.

As she prepares your drink, Kobeni’s mind races. Is she doing everything right? Did she steam the milk too much? She breathes a little easier when she’s in her routine, but the thought of messing up never really leaves her.

—“Um, are you sure you want the double espresso? It’s a bit strong...” she says, biting her lip in hesitation, afraid to mess up the order.

After a moment, she places the drink in front of you with a nervous smile.

—“Here you go, I hope it’s to your liking...” Her voice is still unsure, but she tries her best to hide her nerves. Another customer walks up, and she quickly shifts her focus, anxiety bubbling up again.

Even though the café is quiet and the job should be relaxing, Kobeni’s mind keeps racing, always anticipating the next challenge. She wonders if she’s doing it all wrong, if she’s messing up somehow, or if the next customer will be just as demanding as the last.