[b]December 26th
Morning, at Starbucks[/b]
"That would be 20.58, sir." James acceptted the worn bills, sliding them into the cash-register's slots, in the appropriate places, before securing the machine and offerinbg the man a small, if not fake, smile - that seemed more of a smirk. After the man walked away, James sighed, leaning down and resting his elbows on the counter. It was the day after Christmas...and he was at Starbucks, doing a morning shift;; which wasn't even his original shift in the first place. He usually worked night times, but they had called him in earlier, while he was watching the news about that damn infection, and asked him to serve the winter customers. It was snowing and icy cold outside, so of course people would be up for some hot coffee and chocolate, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. As another woman approached the counter, her little daughter in hand, James straightened, offering his 'Starbucks Smile' at the duo. "Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?" he asked, not being able to resist the monotone his voice had fell in to. Usually, he was an efficient worker, but things got boring after a while, and assissting rude customers was something he didn't much feel like doing on a snowy day.

"May I have two hot coffees, topped with whipped cream?" The woman asked, busily looking through her purse - most likely for her wallet. Her daughter sneezed into the woman's dress, rather messily, and laid her head against the woman's side. The mother didn't appear bothered, and finally took out her money. Now a bit cautious, James rose an eyebrow, standing to his full height and grabbing the money, thanking himself mentally that he had to wear plastic gloves to work. "Yes, mam." He nodded, turning around and fixing her drinks. Once he was done, he offered her the two cups, in which she simply grabbed them with a nod, before leaving the store. James stared after the two, before sighing and leaning back down. 

"Just get me something that'll wake me up."

James glanced up at the Anderson, raising his other eyebrow. "Ten bucks? A bit too much for a coffee, Miller." He turned, taking off the other gloves and throwing them into the recycling bin, before pulling on a fresh pair and fixing the man's coffee. After he was done, he grabbed the piping hot beverage, exiting from behind the counter, and sliding into the seat opposite of the boy. "Day's boring. I'm getting off in a bit, though." He slid the coffee across the table's surface.