[Souchi] [Turnpike Cafe and Bakery] 

(My, the cafe was busy with all sorts. Hadn't expected that when I applied for the job. I told my father it was only to pay for living expenses here, but that's not entirely true. I'm curious, most often fatally so. I'm curious about the people that live here. Shame I can't work the counter on the first day. ) 

Mixing another beverage, I dazily stared out behind the preparation station in the back. 

"Oi! What are you doing Sochi? Stop ruining the customers orders! " One of the cashiers shouted at me, never moving their eyes from the register. 

(Oh!) I cleaned up the mess of liquids on my hands, salvaging as much as I could before placing it on the counter with the order ticket. 

Sauntering back to the station I prepared the next order, gently adding cream and sugar to fresh brewed coffee.

 (Have to focus or you'll get fired from this job too Souchi! Remember your passion for cooking! ) 

With renewed passion I sent out orders, beaming with joy.

 ( Maybe, just maybe I'll be able to keep this job...)