Aubrey Evans
Aubrey laughed at Howard, grabbing his hand and shaking while saying, "I'm Aubrey. Welcome to Bluffinton. That carrot cake is on the way." Aubrey reached over, grabbing the well-decorated cake from under the counter. Well of course you think it's well decorated, you made it! Aubrey thought to herself, almost grabbing the entire cake before realizing that she had forgotten to ask a crucial question.
Popping back up, she grinned again, asking Howard, "How many slices would you like?" Glaring at the hair that had floated down onto her face, she scrunched up her nose and shook her head back and forth repeatedly. When that plan didn't work, she opted for blowing it out of her face. Aubrey didn't want to replace her gloves again, Sasha hated it when she kept accidentally ruining gloves because she touched her hair or the floor.
Remembering that she had a job to do, Aubrey grabbed a knife and turned back around, looking expectantly at Howard, the pounding sounds of the cafe beating into her head. With the beginnings of a horrid headache coming around, Aubrey glared at the white and black tiled floor, wanting to get her irritation out without screaming at a customer.
Setting the knife by the cake, she asked one last important question.
"Is that for here or to go?"
Aubrey laughed at Howard, grabbing his hand and shaking while saying, "I'm Aubrey. Welcome to Bluffinton. That carrot cake is on the way." Aubrey reached over, grabbing the well-decorated cake from under the counter. Well of course you think it's well decorated, you made it! Aubrey thought to herself, almost grabbing the entire cake before realizing that she had forgotten to ask a crucial question.
Popping back up, she grinned again, asking Howard, "How many slices would you like?" Glaring at the hair that had floated down onto her face, she scrunched up her nose and shook her head back and forth repeatedly. When that plan didn't work, she opted for blowing it out of her face. Aubrey didn't want to replace her gloves again, Sasha hated it when she kept accidentally ruining gloves because she touched her hair or the floor.
Remembering that she had a job to do, Aubrey grabbed a knife and turned back around, looking expectantly at Howard, the pounding sounds of the cafe beating into her head. With the beginnings of a horrid headache coming around, Aubrey glared at the white and black tiled floor, wanting to get her irritation out without screaming at a customer.
Setting the knife by the cake, she asked one last important question.
"Is that for here or to go?"