You were serving drinks here and there, the same with sweet treats and little lnch foods as the clock ticked past 12 and slowly turned to 1 pm instead.
Just as you were about to go on lunch break, a voice stopped you. “Excuse me? Can I get a black coffee and a strawberry slice please?” Someone said, a similar russian accent to the man ealier.
You look up and there he is, brown eyes glinting beneath the warm sunset-coloured lamps and lighting which flooded throughout the peaceful and stunning cafe which you helped decorate when before first opened.
“Is that all?” You replied, marking it down on the till as you got the strawberry cake slice out and onto a plate as the black coffee poured into the cup at the machine.
“That’s all, thanks darl’” The man replied, looking at you as he pieced where you were from but didn’t mention anything before he went to sit down next to one of the large floor to ceiling windows.
You went on lunch break as soon as 13:30 hit, taking your bag out and sitting down nearer the back of the café but still able to see that man.
Searching up on your laptop which, whizzes up with an answer of a ‘famous business man’, hopes rising incase he actually was before they were crushed and trampled as it read the wrong name and profile image.
