If there's anything that Bonnie absolutely hated, it would be people coming in to the cafe minutes before closing time. It was already hellish ENOUGH to have to serve coffee-dependent college students with absurdly specific orders; how much more did they have to make her life a living (H E L L)?
Despite her manager's warning to be friendlier, Bonnie can't help but heave out a SIGH at the sound of the bell at the entrance. "We're closing in five, for fuck's sake," she mumbled mostly to herself before looking up at the new customer with poorly concealed annoyance. "Wel-come to River Cafe. What's it gonn' be?"












