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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.

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[ 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?!

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.)

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[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?

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.

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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 ... ]

video.

[peacekeeps]

[ hahahaha WOW ]

Y'all do chai lattes?

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[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. ]

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[anthropophagite]

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

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[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?