"Alright, you got it? You sure? Oookay. Go on ahead," Cosima says, hands raised in surrender. She leans her body on the counter. Rests her chin in both of her hands. Watching Delphine. Who, after a crash course on all things coffee shop, was attempting to help her first customer. She was also trying to ignore the eyes scorching her side. Nervous smile on her face she asks, "Hello. How may I help you?"
"Can I get a caramel mocha iced coffee," the woman says, laptop in her arms.
"Yes. What size would you like?" Delphine tries to keep eye contact with the woman. Tries to keep a friendly smile on her face. But she also glances down at the register every couple seconds hoping to remember which buttons to tap. "Uuumm…I'll take grande." Eyes widening, they cut towards Cosima and back. Grande? Cosima said the sizes were just small, medium, and large? "Um. Okay," Delphine looks at the cash register like it was in Ukrainian. Cosima amusedly took in Delphine's worried puppy look for a few more seconds. Unable to fully suppress her chuckles she leans over and taps the 'medium' button. Playfully raising her eyebrows a couple times she gives Delphine a smirk. Delphine fights the urge to run her fingers through her hair. "Ah, yes. Right." She grabs a medium sized cup then states, "That will be $2." Moving over to the mini refrigerator she grabs the iced coffee mix. While Delphine stumbles through making the drink Cosima goes over to the counter. Taking the customer's money she completes the transaction with enthusiastic taps on the touch screen. Delphine carefully holds the drink in both hands as she gives it to the customer. "Have a nice day," she says giving a weak smile.
"Thanks," the woman replies making her way to a back table.
"Not bad. Not bad. You did pretty good for your first time," Cosima compliments. Delphine can't control the pull of her lips on her face. Looking down at her boots she replies, "Thank you. But I think I messed up a little."
"Nah, you were fine," Cosima waves off. She plucks a straw from it's container continuing, "Every once in awhile you'll get a Starbucks frequenter who forgets that some places like to use the simple 'small, medium, and large' intervals. I'd say that they've throw me off before to but I wouldn't want to start lying to you now," she ends with a wink. Delphine makes a few unintelligible noises before she gives up on her response. Hands fiddling with her apron she looks around for Scott. "You know. As amazing as your hair is, you should probably be wearing it in a ponytail. Just saying."
"Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry," Delphine reaches for the hair tie on her wrist. She quickly moves to put up her hair. "Whoa, whoa, you didn't have to, like, act now. There's no customers. No need to worry about stray hair complaints." Cosima moves over to one of the coffee machines, fiddling with its pieces. "I was just doing my duty as your fellow employee and advising you, or something."
"I see. Well, I'd hate to forget and cause you to remind me again," Delphine says finishing her ponytail.
"How does your hair look that amazing in a ponytail too?" Cosima wonders with a head tilt. A pink tint washes over Delphine's cheeks. "What…what do we do now?"
"Eh. Wait mostly. It's still early. Not many people are awake now and those that are…are probs running to their 8 am," Cosima grabs a doughnut from the display, "Want one?"
"No thanks. Are you supposed to be eating the merchandise?"
"It's fine. Not like we keep inventory. Well, okay we do. On some of the stuff. But most of the pastries are provided by my friend Alison," Cosima takes a hearty bite of her doughnut before walking out from behind the counter, "Leekie cares more about personality profiles and our customer demographics than he cares about how much money was made or lost." Delphine's eyes may or may not have drifted down to admire how good Cosima's butt currently looked in her dress. Wait. "You have mentioned Leekie before, yes? Do you mean, Aldous?"
"Yup. Dr. Aldous Leekie, you know him?" Cosima plopped down into a chair. Feet clunking down onto the seat across from her. Delphine shuffled around the counter. Walking over to the table next to Cosima. "Yes. I will be TAing for him. But…he never mentioned owning a coffee shop." Delphine sits down. Watching Cosima's face. Cosima leans back. One hand goes in the air waving, other holding onto the table. Her bracelets making quick, beads hitting plastic sounds. "Oh don't worry. He'll mention it. He goes on more and longer tangents than me. And that's saying something. I bet you 10 bucks within the first week of TAing he'll mention it. Oh! Plus whatever he is doing with his baby teeth stem cell thing." The door chimes. Falling back to the floor Cosima says, "I'll get this one." She slides out of the chair, sauntering over to the counter. "Hey, what would you like?"