[center][h3][color=9e0039]10:32 AM[/color][/h3][/center]

[i]*WHOOMPF*[/i]

"Whew!"

Sabine, although noon had not quite yet come, was already aching from the morning's labor.  In front of her sat four columns of coffee bean bags, all lined up against the wall in stacks of seven.  In total, it took her the better part of an hour to haul the ~2000 kilos' worth of beans.  With the next season's worth of coffee handled, Sabine sighed and pinched the collar of her t-shirt before flapping against her collarbone, and then tilted her head out the doorway.

[i]Oh my.[/i]

Sabine always knew the Shining City was relatively crowded, though by no extent the most crowded.  Still, it seemed inexcusable that a coffee house designed for lounging was chock-full of people of all kinds.  College students, bachelorettes, retirees (as if Japan couldn't run out of those), even mothers and children were all waiting in line.

Truth be told, Sabine hadn't even thought of trying anything out from here.  Sure, she wasn't one [i]not[/i] to go for a black roast on occasion, but this...this was just a tad bit ridiculous.

For now, though, Sabine had to make the next batch for the customers that came around night.  So, she quietly went from behind the desk from the storage room to the kitchen, all the while panning her eyes of over the customers in the brief moment she was tying her apron.  She had to admit - they all looked pretty nice.  Unlike her glimpse in Tokyo, where weird was just about the norm, Shine City seemed quite...up-scaled, even if the businesses here couldn't make an expansion for the life of them.

For many in Mochavine, Sabine was just a brief distraction.  Whether or not the males (or females) would bother to remember would be up to them.

Sabine wouldn't come out of the kitchen until 11:00 AM, at least.  Hopefully, by then the place would be less crowded.  A talk with one of the people would get her started with this city and all it has to offer.

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[i][b]*Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam...*[/b][/i]

Using the heel of her palm, Sabine kneaded a smidge of dough that was divided from the rest of the massive block.  People had a penchant for puffed pastry, so it stood to reason that the seemingly excessive amounts would go quick in a flash.  Maybe a dozen croissants were loaded with sprinklings of coffee grind, and another batch a dash of mocha.  Strawberries were sliced up evenly and routinely; the majority were garnished for the center of a tart before every, and literally just about [i]everything[/i] would be blanketed (lightly) in confectioner's sugar.

Diabetes might as well be on its way for those who would buy more than a few of the pastries made that day.