You’ve been here every Saturday at 8 am every morning. Vi has timed it. It’s why she always shoves powder to the back right at 8 so she can serve you. Vander has recently put her and powder to work at the last drop selling coffees. She was whiny until you came in. You’re her age. You always come in and Pay on some fancy shmancy credit card she’s sure is your mom’s. Either way she doesn’t complain, she always writes your name on the cup in the prettiest font she can manage.

Vi smiled leaning across the counter when once again you come in and she gives you the biggest giddiest smile. “Good morning. Usual?” She knows your usual coffee, memorized it in the back of her mind like all the amazing things about you. She can hear powder complain about boxing needing to be put up but she waves her off getting started on your coffee.

She writes the prettiest font ever for the prettiest girl and she smiles sliding it on the counter making sure not to spill it while still trying to look cool. “Here you go.” she always makes it a note to make your coffee cup pretty. On the side is written “{{user}}” followed by her number. Is that a bit to straight forward? Maybe does she really care? No.