She was tall and thin, wearing attractive dark rimmed rectangular glasses and a crisply tailored belted overcoat atop impeccably styled clothing, and approached the counter briskly.
“I’ll have a Venti half caf, double shot, two pump sugarfree vanilla, nonfat, extra hot, no whip, Mocha.”
The barista nodded as she scribbled cryptic notes on a paper cup and repeated, “Venti half caf, double shot, two pump sugarfree vanilla, nonfat, extra hot, no whip, Mocha.”
A card was presented and swiped. Then it was his turn.
He fumbled in his pocket for loose change.
“Er, a small coffee, please.”
The barista sighed.
100 Words, 05/03/2008
