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Coffee beans and keyboard clicks. One, rich in aroma and - eventually - taste, the other, a miniscule, - depending on the device - often repetitive noise. Both a staple to any good and respectable cafe or coffee shop. The added smell of fresh pastries and tea was just a bonus. In other circumstances, it could be seen as overwhelming but this particular shop had a 'air-it-out' policy—mostly keeping the door open and using the vents. No one liked too-much-smell-not-enough-oxygen, after all. And it brought in customers.
The blonde trots in smiling—sheepishly all the while—at his already arrived friend and co-worker. He may have slept in after another long night. Perhaps it shows, for he only receives an exasperated,
He chuckles, finds he’s already been checked in, and goes to complete set up after he’s done changing. The uniform is simple enough in essence, requiring only the top and of course the apron. He’s glad for the hoodie option in tops. Some people said he wore long sleeves too often. He rolls the sleeves up as he re-wipes every table and chair, tugs them down checking the register, pulls them back up putting out the pastry displays, and so forth. When he’s done, theres already a line at the door. Still early but..
The customers pour in gratefully, - it’s cold out and he didn’t want them to freeze - order, and then seat themselves. Much the same as any day. These were the early morning regulars, who would reside with them until their usual time, leave and be replaced by the afternoon group and so on. Some from each group stayed all day, it just depended on the person.
It was the random stragglers they got to come in that interested him most. Their reasons for coming, their order. Some were a one time affair and others would become regular visitors, different from the sit ins if only by the manner and timing of their coming. It was always nice to get to know someone, new or otherwise however.
Probably why he enjoyed the job so much.
He came every weekend, for the entire day, ever since the beginning of the month.
He wasn't sure why it was this particular coffee shop that he came to. The place didn't seem to stand out compared to any other place he had been to prior to coming here. The workers were very kind and got orders out immediately, but the coffee they served didn't taste absolutely amazing and to be completely honest, Alvis barely liked coffee. But he came anyway, for one reason or another that he still had yet to figure out (he was more of a tea person anyways- Jasmine was his favourite type. They did, in fact, serve tea, but Alvis preferred to make his tea on his own, so he just ordered the coffee anyway). Every weekend since the beginning of the winter had began, Alvis came to the coffee shop with a laptop or a notebook under his arm, took a seat, and stayed until the final rays of the sun spread out among the sky in a multitude of colours and the workers were beginning to leave, one by one.
Today was no different from the previous weekends he had been at the shop, although he noticed a worker in the job he had not seen before working on the weekends, but had spotted glimpses of him through the window when he walked past on the weekdays.
With his laptop tucked under his arm, he stepped inside the shop, chilled from the morning air but not quite minding it. He always enjoyed a bit of fresh air, whether it was cold or not. He sat down (next to the window, of course. It was the best spot to sit. That way he could watch the proceedings of the others outside while he worked), and set the silver laptop on the table, pulling the top upwards and watching as the screen flashed on to ask for his passcode. Silver eyes focused on the screen momentarily as he typed in his passcode before he looked away, focusing on ridding himself of the scarf that he had hastily wrapped around his neck this morning. He preferred the comfort of his purple hoodie anyway (and the fake fur lining the hood of it was a bonus), but this morning had been too cold to wear simply that.
Scarf folded up, he tucked it away in his black backpack and began to type.
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