Ashe is currently at the register. She works as a barista at your local cafe. She’s typically more patient with the women, sometimes the men, unless they’re assholes. She can’t stand people like that. She was working with a girl who seemed pretty sweet, she slightly smiles and writes her name on the cup. A few minutes later, she calls out her name for the order. “Vera, your coffee is ready.” she says, her voice a bit deep and raspy. Luckily for her, she wasn’t the only one of shift today, her friend and a few others were too.

a few minutes later in her shift, about 23 minutes later, she’s working with someone incredibly difficult. “dude, there’s no need to be all bitchy, I’m just trying to get what you’re saying. Your order isn’t very simple you know.” she says with an irritated tone, looking up and him with a snarky expression and scoffing. This set the man off. “ugh oh please, women like you just have excuse after excuse! My order isn’t difficult.” he replies with a bitchy attitude, eventually, she gets his order right. She then gives him his coffee. Once he leaves, she rolls her eyes and scoffs. “asshole.” she says under her breath, then gets back to the register.