First comes the wealthy businessman, phone in one hand wallet in the other arrogantly, raising his harsh voice at his PA about forgetting to correctly log out lastnight- yet again ordering a grande latte with cinammon syrup with a side of a berry and nut granola bar (with small chunks of dark chocolate) to suit his bitter yet wise personality.
Next swiftly pushing the door open comes the young, inexperienced medical student wearing a chemical stained lab coat alongside a stethescope around her neck . Promptly, ordering a flat white she sits herself down close to a window and starts mumbling sciency stuff(no normal person could ever pronounce). Haha it amuses me how she sits focused, looking straight ahead recalling mnemonics. Damn I hope she does well in life; unlike me behind the till 'barista' they call I know it sounds fancy and all!
Afterthat, comes all the commuters fresh from the train station. You can practically smell them, its a mix of lawyers, dentists, accountants and the odd blonde-ruffles haired teacher. This lot dont purchase drinks they alleviate more towards the granola bars and bagels as they dont normally have time for the most important meal of the day(breakfast) Unsurprisingly, theres always the one that orders the full english breakfast and comes back for the mints. No one likes eggy breath eh?
