As your resident Starbucks barista (barista trainer and store level champion to be more specific), I spend perhaps too much time wondering what PotO characters would drink and what kind of customers they’d be.
Christine: Not much of a coffee gal. Loves super sweet things. In the summer, she loves Frappuccinos. In the winter, a raspberry white mocha or a regular coffee that’s like, ¼ heavy cream and a sweet flavor. She always asks what’s new on the menu and if the barista can suggest something really good “with maybe less of a coffee taste?” If you make something up for her, she’d probably enjoy it and give you a cheerful thumbs-up while she’s drinking it before saying, “Thank you!” Very pleasant customer. Forgets to tip at first but she’ll run back over before she leaves and drop a couple bucks in the jar.
Raoul: He’s a tea guy. He almost always gets a London Fog. Christine tries to convince him to get a mango black tea or passion tea lemonade when it’s hot, but that London Fog hits the spot every time. He’s the guy that, in summer, makes lighthearted excuses for ordering a hot drink like, “I know, I know! In this weather! But you know, it just gets me going!” Pleasant customer that always jokes, “Someday I’ll change it up on you!” Always pays two dollars over and says, “The rest is for you!”
Erik: Definitely black coffee. He finds cream and sugar tamper with its taste. He’s also that middle aged guy that tells the barista, “I don’t like Starbucks coffee because you burn the beans” but he still buys the darkest (and worst tasting imo) dark roast, French, and is the only customer at your store that gets it ground for a Turkish coffee pot. He also is quick to say, “Don’t put my name on the cup” and has a tendency to go to the same location because they’re used to him. Kind of ornery but he always tips $5s, $10s, or even $20s if it’s around the holidays.
The Persian: Years spent babysitting a tantrum-prone genius haven’t done favors for the daroga’s heart and he is most certainly a decaf coffee drinker. He alternates between a tall decaf Americano and a tall decaf cappuccino, each one with one Sugar in the Raw. He never gets either iced, and seems to prefer to sit down in the corner of the cafe to read his newspaper and enjoy his coffee. He never says much, has a tired smile and bags under his eyes. Has a tendency to call the female baristas “sweety” in his Iranian accent, which has an endearing paternal affect to it. Always tips a dollar.
Meg: Meg almost certainly spends her lunch money every day at Starbucks after school. Kids in Meg’s age group get one of three things: a caramel, vanilla bean, or green tea Frappuccino. She’s no exception, and she tends to get the caramel because it comes with coffee. She’s rather tactless and when you say hello to her, she’ll just say, “I’d like a caramel frappe, extra caramel.” You’re so used to how tactless she is, that you don’t bother to tell her that frappes are offered at McDonalds and ours are called Frappuccinos. She says thanks, but at her age, definitely doesn’t tip.
Madame Giry: “You’re spending your money on Starbucks when we have coffee and milk at home?” On the rare occasion that she gets a gift card as a present, she stares at the menu for a long time and asks what the difference is between certain drinks. She orders a caramel macchiato when she meant to get a caramel Frappuccino to share with Meg. She looks really apologetic though, so you offer the messed up drink for free. She’s really appreciative and tips you at the hand-off counter.