"Hmm...."
A lock of strawberry blonde hair is idly twirled around a finger and brushed behind her ear and Takako's nose scrunches up in concentration. Scooting closer to the menu board, she takes in the cafe's seasonal offerings, tongue poking out between her lips slightly before she lets out a groan of frustration.
Sometimes, having been a barista was a curse. Because she knew what went into these drinks, she genuinely can't decide what she wants. But it's not as though she has time to be dawdling around much longer; her break will end soon. But she's damned if she's not returning to vocal classes without the aid of an iced coffee.
Which is why she turns to the person behind her in the queue with a sunny smile and without a hint of shame of shyness.
"I'm having trouble deciding what to pick. What do you think sounds better? Vanilla pudding cold brew or Macha Frappe? Or just go for a regular iced coffee?"
