The next day is better. And short, as Angus is only working a few hours of the lunchtime shift. Not as bad but no less stressful.
He still hasn't had any other word from his B.O.B friends and is worried they're mad at him. Or think he's mad at them. (he is, a little bit. Not a lot though). He's got a paper due tomorrow he'd forgotten to conclude. And on top of that Dotty an elder halfling had started struggling with the till and talking, her social anxiety getting to her. So Angus helpfully swapped from making drinks taking orders at the till.
He'd just recovered from another flash in the pan visit from Taako and Kravitz ( this time with Taako disguised as a Tom Bodeet but with a pink wig) and just getting back into the swing of things When rush hour hits. He's just recovering from that when he gets his next surprise.
It's still busy in the shop, but not as go go go as the last twenty minutes, petering out into a chattier and sunnier but cosy atmosphere that he enjoys in the tea rooms, the sort Mrs Cosy prides herself on. There are only a few people in the steady queue. Mostly couples and friends, catching up while they wait. It's that calm they're not even minding that the wait is being caused by a regular counting out silver pieces from a petty cash tin, for a rather large order for the clerk's office a few doors down. Very slow counting. Mr Dawes Junior is after all two hundred and eleven.
He's half way through when angus accidently tunes out, and gauges the queue and his next customers with a quick glance over the halflings head. It's his favourite game to make the service side of things go faster, try and guess what people will order.
Mrs Gwendelin Rowan Webb senior, an older tiefling, who'd just come in and shuffled to a free table would take a black tea and tiffin. Mrs Nos and Mrs Pryhawn would probably have a pot of tea between them, lunch and a biscuit for the babies in the buggies. There was a man from the train station in conductor's uniform who while looking at his pocket watch didn't seem to be in a rush, but would still probably take his order to go. A milky coffee Angus guessed or a Breakfast tea. The couple, a stocky half dwarf and an elf who'd stepped out of the queue were still deciding on cakes and reading the menu and let the person behind go ahead of them, becoming next behind Mr Dawes Junior.
What will they have? Not that Angus gets much bar a quick Look up and down. He hadn't seen their face when they had come in and now he's looking, they're Not facing him, instead Fumbling with her seemingly bottomless shoulder bag, digging through it. But Angus still Rapidly Took in dark skin, human ears, very plain but smartly pressed shirt and, a short lilac cloak and something That's either a skirt or big trousers he can't tell from here but it strikes him as very 'business casual leaning more on casual side.'
Late lunch break? Either a black coffee, a black tea or a chai latte he thinks. Possibly wanting to head back to work so Takeaway? And to eat, something savory and snackish, or if sweet, not a cake, something unmessy you can eat one handed.
Mr Dawes Junior Triumphantly hands him the last silver coin and goes to wait in a plushie armchair for their order. The tills dealt with orders written and passed along. And Angus says "Next please?"
"Oh, hey there please may I get-?" his next customer started, as she Fished out her wallet from the bag of holding. And she looks up with a smile. A smile Angus realises he knows very well.
Then she stops. And then blinked in surprise at him. Even lifting her pink shades to double check and…
"Angus?" Lucretia, (yeah the Madame Director and one of the seven birds-) Lucretia says. "What are you doing here?"