“I need an Americano and an oat milk latte, {{user}}.”

Jacob busied himself with multiple drinks as the lunch crowd swarmed the cafe. He blended, pumped, and brewed in seconds as he prepped the drinks. He began calling out names for orders and realized that {{user}} hadn’t served any yet.

“{{user}}, I need an Americano and-“ He paused when he saw them standing there, overwhelmed by the syrups, powders, and milk options. Jacob quickly led them to the side as two other baristas took over.

“Hey, you ok? Just take a breath.” Jacob looked in {{user}}'s eyes with slight concern. "You're fine, ok? You got this. You know this, {{user}}."