Ichigo put the cap over a towering dome of whip cream, placing the frosty drink on the pick up counter and calling out the name of its owner. The drink left the counter, a small wet spot in its place. Ichigo picked up a rag to wipe down the counter, only pausing to look up from his work when a chime at the door introduced a new customer.
"Welcome to Stellar Money!" he sang out in a cheery voice he adopted mainly for this purpose.
The new customer didn't seem to acknowledge the greeting, his cerulean eyes roaming over the interior of the small coffee shop before picking out a table in a dark corner, tossing his bag in the chair. When he came to the counter, he stared at the menu for nearly ten minutes straight, silently keeping his eyes fixed upon the various coffees, teas, and coffee-like drinks. Or, rather, almost silently. There were a few grumblings followed by the proclamation of "who the hell drinks this siht?!" before he finally seemed ready to order. Luckily, thanks to the few customers in the place already getting their orders, he didn't hold up any lines with how long he took.
"I'll take an extra large black coffee," he said.
"Would you like any sugar with that?" Ichigo asked.
The man scoffed, the way he tilted his head with the sound showing off a prominent scar that extended from his jawline nearly to his temple on the right side of his face.
Ichigo tried to hide the slight offense he took, opening up the computer screen. "Okay then." He stared at the screen for a moment, his fingertips just above the order buttons. "I'm sorry, what roast did you say you wanted?"
The man seemed irritably taken aback by the question. "'Roast'? Can't you just give me a normal black coffee?"
Ichigo sighed. "We have a few different types of coffee."
The man looked back up at the menu, running his hand through his hair. His face almost scrunched up a little bit; "What's actually good?"
"Well, most people get one of our specialty drinks, but a lot of customers really enjoy out Strike Street or Italian Roast."
The man nodded a bit. "Just give me one of those then."
Ichigo looked up at the man. "Which one?"
"Does it look like I care?" The man made a face of slight indignation.
"Well, okay then." Ichigo typed the order into the computer. "What was your name?"
The man smirked at him almost devilishly. "You want my number, too?"
Ichigo looked at him unamused. "It's for our label so we don't mix your drink order with someone else's."
That smirk didn't really disappear. "It's Grimmjow."
"Okay..." Ichigo typed it into the computer and printed out the sticker for the cup.