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[hr][b][i]• Working at Mochavine •[/i][/b][hr][/center]
It was getting ridiculous now. More customers were piling into the café every minute, and Aya was still complaining in her head about having to take over a fellow barista's shift after he had called in sick that morning. Since when had Sunday shifts become this busy?

In fact, Aya was so caught up in brewing drinks and inhaling wafts of hot coffee that when she finished with her last order, she finally caught sight of the absolute mountain of a man standing by the counter And he was just [i]standing[/i] there. Aya would have screamed.

[b]“[color=DarkSlateGray]Uh, sir? Can I help you?[/color]”[/b] she wavered.

The man seemed to notice that he was much too deep in thought, finally. [b]"Oh how long have I been standing here... Sorry 'bout that, I was lost in thought."[/b]

He laughed, and it was a gentle laugh, one that felt strangely reassuring to Aya. Craning her neck up and up to make actual eye contact, she noticed that his face looked quite gentle as well.

[b]"Anywho I was wonderin' if I could bother one of you young ladies for a frappachino,'[/b] he said, smiling. His stomach rumbled a second later, and so he added two more chocolate chip muffins to his order. Aya nodded, quickly picking out two large muffins from behind the glass display.

[b]“[color=DarkSlateGray]Sure thing, sir,[/color]”[/b] she replied. [b]“[color=DarkSlateGray]Here's your muffins, I'll send a waitress over to your table for that frappachino of yours.[/color]”[/b]

Aya returned to her little work station, hands moving towards machines and ingredients from memory. She had been working in Mochavine for a year and a half now, listing all the café's recipes off the top of her head was no longer a problem. Soon she would be finished, calling for another one of the waitresses to bring the frappachino over. A second later there would be another customer at the counter, ordering their coffee, and Aya would repeat the same process once again for a couple more customers over a couple more hours.

The smell of coffee on her clothes would be particularly strong today.

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Aya cursed the rain after she finished her shift. It sort of came out of nowhere, and the downpour only brought in more customers frantically looking for some hot coffee to drink. And hours later, the time now ninw in the evening, it was still raining down. Thankfully, it was much less heavier than in the afternoon.

Aya's work day wasn't over yet, however.

For the money it was worth, Aya was to stay a few more hours in Mochavine to play some background acoustic for the late night customers. Mochavine also had a small classy bar under its roof too, so there were bound to be a few customers popping in for a drink at night. If only she hadn't had the Sunday afternoon shift, Aya would have been fully energised to play some lovely guitar to improve the ambience in the bar and the café.

Aya had left her guitar in the staff room the day before, she wasn't going to make a pointless detour back home. She got changed into a more appropriate set of clothes and set herself up in the little performance space at the edge of the café. It was probably the furthest space away from the door, so no cold gusts of late summer wind for her. Aya very much preferred it that way.

She spent a good five minutes getting herself comfortable on her stool and tuning her guitar, and soon she would be [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LEiopPDsLtA]playing slow, peaceful tunes to bring some life into Mochavine[/url].

[sub][@Saarebas][/sub]