originally posted in:The New Dojo
Dave looked up from his drawing, his blueish green eyes flicking back and forth between the two. "You two are cussstomersss, right?" he asked, flipping to a blank page in the little notebook, looking ready to write down their orders.
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"No, actually, we–" [i]Caz began, running his face, before Cora elbowed him in the ribs, hissing 'roll with it'.[/i] "Yeah, two coffees, please," [i]Cora said, picking a table to sit down at.[/i]
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Dave nodded and scribbled down what looked like two cups of coffee and got to work making them.