“True. You definitely don’t wanna bleach your hair too many times, or else it’ll get really fucked up. Trust me… though, you seem to know how it feels to have burnt ends. Ouch, right? Hah. You know.”
She smiled too, letting out a slight chuckle and shaking her head at the joke. At least he had a good sense of humor - not all baristas had a personality like his, or had a penchant for telling jokes. But she supposed that made the whole buying a cup of tea experience just a bit more memorable.
The pause was drawn out, eyes widening as she watched the acrobatic moves of the man, weaving the cup with a swan-like elegance. Truly a master at his craft, an incredible talent. Did he really have to waste his time serving cups of tea to pedestrians in the city? Come on, with skills like that he deserved better.
And just as quickly as it began, the performance was over - and Ramona was, needless to say, impressed. Her smile returned - a half-smile, however - and she brought her hands together in a very pleased clap.
“Bravo, bravo. You’ve made one Ramona Flowers very happy today with that display. And despite my predilection for sarcasm, I actually mean it this time. Where’d you learn how to do that? Don’t tell me you joined the circus in your youth or something.”
“Well...” he pauses for a second as he writes the name Ramona Flowers on the cup.
“I guess you can say I was something of a performer, yeah.”
He thinks back to when in a former life, he was a professional wrestler appearing as the masked Spider-Man. But that wasn’t really him.
“It comes naturally. Pretty much was born able to do things like that.”
He holds the cup in front of her, ready for her to take it.
“Gotta make things exciting during the grind. Pun intended. Otherwise you’d literally see my soul floating up to the sky from the sheer boredom. But ya gotta do something to get money and this works for me.”