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[eyeforaneye]

(video: @s.uchiha)

[ The video opens to a view of a simple sign in the quarantine’s common language, a dark green background causing the white lettering of “The Coffee Shop” to really pop alongside a graphic of what appears to be some kind of mermaid or siren. Why does this feel like copyright infringement. ]

It’s my understanding that there aren’t many places like this here. [ So comes the voice from behind the camera, view panning to the right and left to showcase the street he’s on and make it clear just where this particular shop is. Only then does he move forward, the small store’s bell jangling as he steps into what can only be described as an immaculate café, the specials written neatly on a chalkboard in Japanese characters on the counter, booths and tables lining the walls, and plants placed stalwartly in the windows like leafy guardians. ]

So it should receive more business. Now that you’re aware, consider spending your extra money here. [ As he finally turns that camera around, revealing a dour young dark-haired man in all his glory. ]

If you need more information, I suppose it can’t be helped. I’ll address concerns.

(action)

[ Feel free to stop in! Expect a quiet one-armed man behind the counter cleaning an already spotless work station in his down time. ]

Comments

@gladio; video 1/3

[leatherdaddy]

[ ...He ]

2/3

[leatherdaddy]

[ let himself get riled up by a fucking ]

@gladio; video 3/3

[leatherdaddy]

[ HE'S MAD FOR NO REASON ]

You're a barista?!

1/2

[eyeforaneye]

[ ... ]

2/2

[eyeforaneye]

What's a barista? [ dO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW ]

GODDDDD

[leatherdaddy]

[ UM NO?? ]

.....How did you even get placed without knowing what your job was?

VIDEO, @GEKOKUJOU

[liquidate]

Are you really making coffee? That's unexpected, but kinda practical if you're gonna drink a lot of it.

...

Ne, Sasuke, can I have that big one in the picture, with the frosting?

(it's whipped cream.)

[eyeforaneye]

It isn't about the coffee. [ Which is probably exactly what you don't want to hear from your barista. Still... ]

And it isn't frosting. If you still want it, you'll have to pay for it.

[liquidate]

What's it about? Supporting local businesses?

(holds up his credit card, flapping it. he's ready.)

[ action ]

[supersweet]

[ Miss Jones had stopped for a coffee (and Jon gets to pick a treat for acing his maths test), so while she's glancing over the menu, Jon heads over to where all the cakes and treats were displayed, pressing his fingers to the glass. Trailing his finger down the glass, he finally comes to a decision. ]

Hi, Mister! Can I have the cheesecake?

[eyeforaneye]

[ He looks up only briefly when the bell rings, repositioning himself in front of the register while awaiting the woman's decision... but the boy speaks first. His brow raises, looking quickly from the woman and back to him. ]

For the listed price. [ A not-so-subtle "pay first". ]

[supersweet]

[ Jon fishes through his pockets and holds it out with a cheeky grin. Then his eyes rove over to Sasuke's missing arm. ]

You should get a metal one. That's what everyone does.

video » ice.tigrrr

[bespredel]

[ Yuri would be lying if he claimed that his interest was anything but piqued; but even still- he's a kid with standards; expectations for a good cup of coffee. And he isn't about to let those things slip just because he's on some backwater moon. ]

Your business expectations are pretty high. There's more to a café than just 'has coffee'. If your coffee tastes like shit then I might as well go without.

[eyeforaneye]

My expectations are always that way. [ It's the best way to improve. Yuri is definitely not the only one with standards. ]

But you're already critical for someone who hasn't tasted it yet.

[bespredel]

Consider it a part of my charming personality. [ So deadpan. ]

Besides, I've seen a lot of shitty cafés with a lot of shitty coffee all around the world. There are more failures than not.

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[ikols]

[ Jingle, jingle! Good coffee should never be scorned, that's why this Hipster Viking enters the shop and taps his chin thoughtfully as he peers up at the menu. ]

Morning! I'll have one cup of coffee, please.

[ Just let him decide which, first. Hmmm ... ]

[eyeforaneye]

[ He smoothes down his tidy apron when he's joined by a customer, a perfectly attentive employee.

Now if only he could work on smiling at all. ]

... Size, blend, and flavor.

video.

[peacekeeps]

[ hahahaha WOW ]

Y'all do chai lattes?

[eyeforaneye]

[ The pause is long, message left unreturned for at least a full minute. Then: ]

They are on the menu.

action

[realimperfect]

[ If there's one thing a cop aiming to move back up to investigator always and surely needs - it's coffee. Thankfully for Sasuke her requests are probably going to always be willfully simple, if only because she's a creature of habit who isn't incredibly fond of too much sugar, still.

She sweeps in rather quietly, looking down at a hologram notebook to her volume of Derrida she's currently reading. It's s way to keep people from trying to chat with her, at least, before she's had her coffee, but once she reaches the counter - ]

Black iced coffee, please. [ Well at least she used the word please. ]

[eyeforaneye]

[ That's far more polite than he normally is, at least, equally expressionless as he looks her over for a full five seconds without moving. ]

House blend, then? [ Asking is likely unnecessary but if he's going to do this job then he might as well do it carefully and correctly. ]

Video ; un:Kaneki

[anthropophagite]

Ah, you are a barista as well? I work at the library's coffee place, myself.

[eyeforaneye]

It seems that this is how things have happened.

[ ... ] You're the one that was sick.

action;

[adiuvio]

[ John ordered his coffee, a plain americano, with no fuss or muss.

The muss only happens when another patron bumps into him from behind, knocking the contents of his scalding drink out of his hand and towards the previously immaculate counter- and barista.

John only has a split second to react.

He drops his empty cup and jerks open the front of his suit jacket, catching the majority of the splash within the jacket lining. It speaks to the construction of the jacket, and it's bullet-resistant interior, that there's hardly a damp spot on the exterior.

What isn't absorbed into the material spills onto the floor at his feet. Better his shoes cook than the face of the kid who'd been serving him. Shoes are replaceable. Skin? Not so easily.

John shrugs out of his jacket, giving it a light shake before draping it over his arm. ]

Sorry. Would you mind handing me some paper towel?

[eyeforaneye]

[ Sasuke happens to be the only employee on duty, which is how he likes it, and so far there haven't been any issues. His customers have been staggered enough to subvert any potential line build-up, which is why one just so happens to be on their way out when he slides that coffee over.

Unsurprisingly, that patron doesn't stop to apologize or assess the damage they've -- almost -- caused after unintentionally jostling the man in front of him, and Sasuke's reaction is as instantaneous as John's. He moves back forward from his instinctive side-step, interest admittedly piqued by his reflexes, but... ]

... [ Dark eyes lower to the new mess on the floor, the droplets dirtying his pristine counter, before cutting to the door. Right. Going after the first customer to lambast them in the street would be a Bad Idea. ]

It isn't your job to clean up the mess. Take only what you need for your own belongings. [ As he passes over a modest stack of eco-friendly brown paper towels, clicking his tongue once. ]

I'll make a replacement.