"-a double espresso macchiato please, with a proper foam layer." He turned away again as he waited, continuing his conversation on the phone nonchalantly. "No, we really need those red ones, but a size smaller-" (sinnerinsindria)
The moment the bell dinged and Judal looked up to see a familer purple haired man walk in the door he picked up a cup, his marker ready. As he moved to the counter refusing to put that damn phone down Judal had already started writing, clearly the first two days he’d been to nice. If there was one thing he hated it was disrespectful customers who couldn’t spare two damn minutes. Lets see how this buy liked hearing Titsbad called to him to come get his double espresso and having to reply to that name while everyone stared. “Yes sir.” he said, going to get the drink the other wanted, excited to see the look on his face when his name would be called.