high hopes • sw × l
{—`enters the coffee shop, thinking about a second job prospect. He still has plenty of time before winter break ends, and having extra money would be a good idea. Busking doesn’t bring him as much money as it would in warmer weather. He is hesitant, however, since he has worked in a food establishment before — his own family’s — and he knows he is terrible at it. Serving people and dealing with irate customers have been a weakness for him. Still, as much as he hates to admit it, it’s the only other thing he can do at the moment that he can possibly earn money from, and it wouldn’t hurt to try. He approaches the first person he sees by the counter} Excuse me, hi. I saw your ad outside…
( `/ he inhales softly, the smell of coffee always welcoming to his senses and he relaxes. his cafe is the one place where he feels like he can be still, at peace. it's his comfort zone and the one place where his shy, introverted nature doesn't hinder him as badly. ) good morning! ( `/ he calls out to the new customer who had just walked in, a small smile gracing his lips and he nearly misses the man who approaches him, his eyes widening slightly ) ... ah, hello. the ad? ( `/ he stares at the other man for a moment before he nods ) ... you're interested in the job?
