Darcy laughed a little when Lucian realized he had no sugar. A little.
“What can we start making without it?” she asked before she heard the door to the front open.
She turned around quickly, thinking it was Cass again. ”Ah, hey there, yo-“ she stopped. Hoooooo boy that was a surprise. He was certainly something. She worked with some damn attractive people, but she was used to that. This guy was new. And he also looked like a model. A model with some nice pecs.
“Hey there, we’re uhhh... we’re still opening up, is there anything you need, Mr...?” She regained her composure before she started drooling. Or asked if he had any friends she could meet.
“Rashid, but if it's easier on your tongue, you may call me Ras," he replied just as smoothly. He was still smiling at Darcy when he glanced towards the menu located behind her. He seemed to be reading what they had available as far as drinks went, and settled on something.
“If it's not too much, I'd like a latte," he replied as his eyes narrowed with his smile. He glanced at the case where all of the premade pastries were, and his eyes widened slightly. “Is that a blueberry tart? May I have that as well?" he asked, pointing inside of the case.
Darcy looked back at Lucian, thought about it, and shrugged.
“Course, let me just get the coffee machine turned on and warmed up, Mr.... er... Ras,” she said. It wasn’t exactly conventional to serve customers this early, but they were set up well enough, and he didn’t seem to be expecting their freshest of goods. Also he was hot. “What are you driving around... um. Walking around here this early in the morning for, sir?” she asked, noticing that she couldn’t see a car parked in front of the building that he would have come from. A little odd, and he wasn’t sweating or anything, so he wasn’t on a run... probably? Actually, now that she looked at him, there was something noticeably odd about him.
She put the mug under the espresso machine and looked back at him, trying to figure out what was wrong... just in time to have hot espresso drip directly onto her hand. She pulled it back, managing to only whisper a string of expletives, and promptly forgot what she had been thinking about.
“Ow. Ow. Sorry, this doesn’t usually happen. Uhhh...” She looked back at Lucian, rubbing her hand and flicking off the machine. “Hey Luc, can you grab a latte for our friend here?” She smiled at him, instead grabbing his pastry from beneath the counter with her good hand.
“What can we start making without it?” she asked before she heard the door to the front open.
She turned around quickly, thinking it was Cass again. ”Ah, hey there, yo-“ she stopped. Hoooooo boy that was a surprise. He was certainly something. She worked with some damn attractive people, but she was used to that. This guy was new. And he also looked like a model. A model with some nice pecs.
“Hey there, we’re uhhh... we’re still opening up, is there anything you need, Mr...?” She regained her composure before she started drooling. Or asked if he had any friends she could meet.
“Rashid, but if it's easier on your tongue, you may call me Ras," he replied just as smoothly. He was still smiling at Darcy when he glanced towards the menu located behind her. He seemed to be reading what they had available as far as drinks went, and settled on something.
“If it's not too much, I'd like a latte," he replied as his eyes narrowed with his smile. He glanced at the case where all of the premade pastries were, and his eyes widened slightly. “Is that a blueberry tart? May I have that as well?" he asked, pointing inside of the case.
Darcy looked back at Lucian, thought about it, and shrugged.
“Course, let me just get the coffee machine turned on and warmed up, Mr.... er... Ras,” she said. It wasn’t exactly conventional to serve customers this early, but they were set up well enough, and he didn’t seem to be expecting their freshest of goods. Also he was hot. “What are you driving around... um. Walking around here this early in the morning for, sir?” she asked, noticing that she couldn’t see a car parked in front of the building that he would have come from. A little odd, and he wasn’t sweating or anything, so he wasn’t on a run... probably? Actually, now that she looked at him, there was something noticeably odd about him.
She put the mug under the espresso machine and looked back at him, trying to figure out what was wrong... just in time to have hot espresso drip directly onto her hand. She pulled it back, managing to only whisper a string of expletives, and promptly forgot what she had been thinking about.
“Ow. Ow. Sorry, this doesn’t usually happen. Uhhh...” She looked back at Lucian, rubbing her hand and flicking off the machine. “Hey Luc, can you grab a latte for our friend here?” She smiled at him, instead grabbing his pastry from beneath the counter with her good hand.