Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this awkward moment… especially for the customer, who's always right. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on April 29, 2009.
Next, Please!
"Next, please!" Sango called. The youkai who stepped forward exuded power and authority, and she just managed to bear up under the weight of his scrutiny to ask, "What would you like?"
"What would you recommend?"
"Well… our House Blend is quite good, or if you prefer, we offer a Kona espresso."
"Hnn. What can you tell me about the Columbian blend?"
Sango hesitated, then gestured towards the menu board, saying, "It's a Supremo blend, medium-dark with subtle notes of vanilla and hints of semi-sweet chocolate."
"While that was an admirable recitation, I can read the sign for myself. Have you actually sampled the Supremo?"
"No, sir," she admitted. "If you'd like to discuss our coffees in more detail, I'd be happy to call out our barista."
The youkai inclined his head. "That is the correct response when dealing with a customer more knowledgeable than yourself." Sango fidgeted and glanced towards Miroku, heartily wishing for backup. "Your barista has been trained into something resembling competence, and you do well to defer to him; however, I do not wish to speak with my brother at the moment."
"Your brother… oh!" Sango gasped. "You must be Sesshoumaru."
"Indeed. Do you work this weekend?"
"Saturday."
"Come in two hours early."
"Wh-what?"
"You were hired without my prior consent, so I must do what I can to rectify the situation." He fixed her with an uncompromising stare. "If you wish to remain in my employ, you will not remain in ignorance. Lessons begin Saturday."
End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community iyissekiwa and their prompt for Contest #75—Next. 250 words.