Sly smiles across the table, hand painting espresso cups in the common room, adding secret rooms off the common room, roasting marshmallows, dark chocolate with almonds, inside jokes, falling asleep at four am mid-conversation, silent tears, knowing when to leave your housemates alone…
the guy who asked me if we serve bulletproof coffee and explained to me that it had butter and coconut oil. i told him we didn't have either. he proceeds to make me add coconut syrup and flakes to his coffee. after drinking a sip, he tells me he hates it and asks me to make him a half-caff soy vanilla latte
the guy who comes in every day just to buy a bottle of water even though he could just ask me for a free venti ice water or just go to the vending machine outside and get the water for cheaper than we sell it.
the kid who came in and asked me for a grande cup of marshmallow whipped cream and proceeded to sit in the corner and eat it with a spoon
the customer who comes in every day to the point i can make his drink without speaking to him. once he caught on, he started changing his drink. once i'd remember that new drink, he'd change it again. this has become a cycle and it happens twice a week, every week to "keep me on my toes"