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[h1][color=fff79a]Leon Kohlberg[/color][/h1]
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[color=fff79a]"Fancy something cold in the mornin', I see."  [/color]Leon grinned, trying his best to not sound like an awkward chicken whilst he adjusted the name tag on the top right of his apron which spelled out 'Leo the Lion'.  [color=fff79a]"That'll be... a white chocolate mocha Frappuccino; and, uhh, the size is a tall...  I-I mean grande."  [/color]the lad stuttered as he punched in the details, sneaking subtle glances at the girl who he had seen somewhere in the university.  There are a lot of things impossible in the world, like breathing and swallowing at the same time; but, at this moment, it was also impossible to not notice that she fit the description of beautiful, or rather, alluring.  Her cerulean eyes were what captivated him, though.  Cold as ice, yet, there seems to be something more beneath the surface.  But, oh, he was the barista here, and his job was to serve her drinks-- not ogle at her 'till she calls 911.  Besides, Leon needed to get this over with before his cheeks became hotter than they were starting to be.  [color=fff79a]"That'll be $4.25."  [/color]The order slip ejected as he nimbly tore it off, and extended it to the woman.  Leon had heard her name before...  Clarisse?  Cassandra?  Oh, well, that mattered not.  He only heard of her because she was one of those rare girls who do play League.  Murmurs, rumors, nothing else, though.  [color=fff79a]"Things are pretty chilly all of a sudden.  Then again, some mornings are always stranger than others."[/color]  Leon blurted out before softly instructing his colleagues to prepare the drink.  

Then, Leon turned once more to the girl, a softer smile on his face.  [color=fff79a]"Well, I--"  [/color]A slight disturbance caused Leon to look to the farther side of the café, noticing a woman who was nervously trying to clean up a spilled drink.  Spilling drinks wasn't something unusual, per se, but the thing that made the lad raise his brow in wonder was the mere fact that even though steam was furiously rising from the spilled beverage (signifying that it was scalding, by the way), the woman was wiping it without even retracting her hand which was what every normal human being would do.  Leon turned to his colleague, instructing him to take the payment as he excused himself from the lady, and grabbed a few towels and tissues en route to the table concerned.  [color=fff79a]"Let me help you with that, ma'am."  [/color]Leon offered as he draped the towel over the spill, causing a dark brown stain to immediately surface on the towel's threads.  However, upon doing so, drops of the coffee just had to fly, causing the barista to recoil from the searing heat.  Oh, it wasn't the usual 'hot' coffee...  It was... just...  burning!  [color=fff79a]"Good lord...  how much did they heat this up?  A thousand degrees?"  [/color]he exhaled, wiping the coffee drops from his arms, and the apron.  

[color=fff79a]"You...  a'right, ma'am?"  [/color]Leon looked over to the dark-haired lass who looked like someone he could already cross out from his 'potential friends' list.  [color=fff79a]"I'm... uhh...  surprised, though.  You don't seem to mind the... uhh... heat."  [/color]Leon grimaced and furrowed his brows before softly angling his hand with the spare towel, attempting to wipe the spilled beverage from the woman's slender arms. [color=fff79a] "Wow, you're hot..."  [/color]Leon immediately shook his head.  [color=fff79a]"I-I m-meant the drink...  I'm not even touching your arm yet, but I can already feel the heat..."            [/color]