Callow
Sarcastic
@Habit
"Hi there! What can I get for you today?"
It could be assumed that the girl behind the counter has recited this same line to an extensive amount of customers — to males, to females, to the old and to the young — yet somehow the vim in her tone didn't seem scripted; the charisma in her smile didn't seem forced; the amiability in her eyes didn't seem faked. She could have said it to the entire population of the city and yet this would not change. The same vim, the same charisma, and the same amiability would remain in their respective places, growing more sincere and more vehement each time the words were repeated. It was easy to tell when someone didn't enjoy their job: their voice would be a monotonous tangle of black, white, and curt speech; those who did, however, were animate bursts of color, gaiety, and merry expression — at least, the latter is how it was for Sutton.
"I'll just have my usual." The reply came from a younger looking man, appearing to be in his late twenties, who stated his order in a manner that an onlooker could tell he was a regular to the shop. A lopsided grin followed in pursuit of his request as his eyes left their position on the barista's face to fish out his wallet from his pants pocket.
"And what, exactly, would that be?" Sutton replied with what sounded like playful teasing as the customer glanced up, with his wallet in hand, and his brow raising.
"Oh, please, like you don't know. It's not like I come in every Friday to see my favorite sister."
"Your only sister," she reminded, which resulted in a warmhearted chuckle from the man before her. "Medium decaf soy latte, yada yada yada. How could I forget?" It was then a small, blonde, pig-tailed head popped up — or tried to — over the counter with starry eyes and a missing tooth-smile. Both of the child's hands were wrapped around the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly as she attempted to pull herself higher so she could see above it. Just innocent blue irises and a cute button nose managed to do so, but it was enough to bring a greater grin to Sutton's face. "Well, well, well. Look who Daddy's brought with him today," said the barista with a gentle tone and upturned lips, her gaze tracking the little girl as her brother picked up his daughter adoringly and set her up upon his shoulders.
"Hi Auntie Button!" The child spoke as she gripped her father's flaxen hair in one fist while waving excitedly with the other. This prompted Sutton to giggle, and the man turned his head to look up at the little girl.
"Emma, she's at work. She's not Auntie right now," he scolded gently, although there was a distinct softness in his eyes as he talked with her.
"Oh, come on Jacob. This is a coffee shop, not a law firm. Emma can call me Auntie Button — it's fine. You'll confuse her anyway." Sutton then made a silly face at her niece, inducing a bubbly giggle from her, and transitioned back into a grin that she sent in her sibling's direction. The place she worked at was small; it had only a couple employees although had pretty decent business. Everyone mostly talked to the customers as if they were long-time friends, even if they had only just met.
"So I'm Jacob now? What happened to Jakey?" The two were bantering; luckily there were other baristas open and not many other people currently in the shop, so they weren't holding up a line. The shop in general was pretty relaxed and lenient with how the workers did their things, anyway. Either way, the others were used to it by now, considering this occured on a weekly basis.
"Well Jacob, I'm at work. You aren't Jakey right now," was her teasing reply, her brother trying (and failing) to supress a grin as he shook his head.
Emma then poked at her dad's cheek. "Can I get hot chocolate Daddy? Please?" She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout and made the oh-so-common puppy-dog eyes at him, and he just couldn't say no. He sent a jocular glare in Sutton's direction, saying, "she learned that from you," while the barista let out a laugh.
"Would you like some whipped cream on that, Emma?" the young woman questioned, and the way her neice's eyes widened and how her head shook so frantically made her chuckle. She noticed Jacob's brows raising again, and she just smirked. "One measly dollop of whipped cream isn't going to do anything, Jakey."
"That's what you think. When Ana kills me later for treating Emma before she's even eaten lunch, I'm telling her it was your fault."
"Oh, please. Your wife won't do anything. She loves me," Sutton said with a dramatic stress on the word ‘loves’, throwing her arms out to the side in a theatrical gesture. Her brother handed her money for both drinks, which she put in the register and gave him the correct amount of change. "It'll be done soon. I'm assuming you want them to go?" She got a nod from the man before (lovingly) shooing him and his daughter to a seat so she could go and make the drinks. It took a total of 5 minutes or so, and she brought the two cups to the table, setting the larger one infront of Jacob and the kid's sized one infront of Emma, who had been removed from her father's shoulders and was now sitting on his lap. "Enjoy," she said with a smile. She then kissed the top of her neice's blond head and hugged her brother goodbye as he and his daughter left the shop, hot drinks in hand.
"Hi there! What can I get for you today?"
It could be assumed that the girl behind the counter has recited this same line to an extensive amount of customers — to males, to females, to the old and to the young — yet somehow the vim in her tone didn't seem scripted; the charisma in her smile didn't seem forced; the amiability in her eyes didn't seem faked. She could have said it to the entire population of the city and yet this would not change. The same vim, the same charisma, and the same amiability would remain in their respective places, growing more sincere and more vehement each time the words were repeated. It was easy to tell when someone didn't enjoy their job: their voice would be a monotonous tangle of black, white, and curt speech; those who did, however, were animate bursts of color, gaiety, and merry expression — at least, the latter is how it was for Sutton.
"I'll just have my usual." The reply came from a younger looking man, appearing to be in his late twenties, who stated his order in a manner that an onlooker could tell he was a regular to the shop. A lopsided grin followed in pursuit of his request as his eyes left their position on the barista's face to fish out his wallet from his pants pocket.
"And what, exactly, would that be?" Sutton replied with what sounded like playful teasing as the customer glanced up, with his wallet in hand, and his brow raising.
"Oh, please, like you don't know. It's not like I come in every Friday to see my favorite sister."
"Your only sister," she reminded, which resulted in a warmhearted chuckle from the man before her. "Medium decaf soy latte, yada yada yada. How could I forget?" It was then a small, blonde, pig-tailed head popped up — or tried to — over the counter with starry eyes and a missing tooth-smile. Both of the child's hands were wrapped around the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly as she attempted to pull herself higher so she could see above it. Just innocent blue irises and a cute button nose managed to do so, but it was enough to bring a greater grin to Sutton's face. "Well, well, well. Look who Daddy's brought with him today," said the barista with a gentle tone and upturned lips, her gaze tracking the little girl as her brother picked up his daughter adoringly and set her up upon his shoulders.
"Hi Auntie Button!" The child spoke as she gripped her father's flaxen hair in one fist while waving excitedly with the other. This prompted Sutton to giggle, and the man turned his head to look up at the little girl.
"Emma, she's at work. She's not Auntie right now," he scolded gently, although there was a distinct softness in his eyes as he talked with her.
"Oh, come on Jacob. This is a coffee shop, not a law firm. Emma can call me Auntie Button — it's fine. You'll confuse her anyway." Sutton then made a silly face at her niece, inducing a bubbly giggle from her, and transitioned back into a grin that she sent in her sibling's direction. The place she worked at was small; it had only a couple employees although had pretty decent business. Everyone mostly talked to the customers as if they were long-time friends, even if they had only just met.
"So I'm Jacob now? What happened to Jakey?" The two were bantering; luckily there were other baristas open and not many other people currently in the shop, so they weren't holding up a line. The shop in general was pretty relaxed and lenient with how the workers did their things, anyway. Either way, the others were used to it by now, considering this occured on a weekly basis.
"Well Jacob, I'm at work. You aren't Jakey right now," was her teasing reply, her brother trying (and failing) to supress a grin as he shook his head.
Emma then poked at her dad's cheek. "Can I get hot chocolate Daddy? Please?" She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout and made the oh-so-common puppy-dog eyes at him, and he just couldn't say no. He sent a jocular glare in Sutton's direction, saying, "she learned that from you," while the barista let out a laugh.
"Would you like some whipped cream on that, Emma?" the young woman questioned, and the way her neice's eyes widened and how her head shook so frantically made her chuckle. She noticed Jacob's brows raising again, and she just smirked. "One measly dollop of whipped cream isn't going to do anything, Jakey."
"That's what you think. When Ana kills me later for treating Emma before she's even eaten lunch, I'm telling her it was your fault."
"Oh, please. Your wife won't do anything. She loves me," Sutton said with a dramatic stress on the word ‘loves’, throwing her arms out to the side in a theatrical gesture. Her brother handed her money for both drinks, which she put in the register and gave him the correct amount of change. "It'll be done soon. I'm assuming you want them to go?" She got a nod from the man before (lovingly) shooing him and his daughter to a seat so she could go and make the drinks. It took a total of 5 minutes or so, and she brought the two cups to the table, setting the larger one infront of Jacob and the kid's sized one infront of Emma, who had been removed from her father's shoulders and was now sitting on his lap. "Enjoy," she said with a smile. She then kissed the top of her neice's blond head and hugged her brother goodbye as he and his daughter left the shop, hot drinks in hand.
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