(It’s fine! It’s good enough for what it is!)
“Usually with the coffee machine there,” he pointed to the machine which stood by the counter’s end. “Hm… the ratios for the coffees are by the machine. An americano, please,” he spoke, sitting on the counter with a small smile.
In the back of his mind, he had an idea he wanted to present to Link. About her home, that is. However, seeing how scared she was… and how he’d said something which hurt her more than it should’ve, she might decline his offer. He’ll try though.
Link trotted over the machine, inspected it for a moment, familiarizing herself quickly with the functions of the particular model and then swiftly made the espresso for the americano coffee and then poured it in one of the mugs available for the coffees, and measured out the hot water to pour into it with a glass measuring cup. She then turned and set the mug down in front of Andrew, looking proud of herself.
He looked at her as she made the coffee before looking down at the drink she’s made. He picked up the cup, getting a whiff of its smell. He liked the scent of it. Closing his eyes, he took a sip of the drink and pursed his lips together.
“Nice consistency… good mixture… a bit too dark for my taste but overall, a great effort,” he commented as he set the cup down with a small smile.
At that, Link finally smiled for the first time since stepping into the shop. She breathed a sigh of relief. Darkness was an easy thing to fix. She grinned at Andrew. “So how dark do you usually like it? I personally don’t really like americanos, so I just did the basic measurements.”
Andrew, noticing her smile, had blushed clearly with a small expression of surprise. “U-uhm… well… a bit less than this and that’s all,” he answered, looking back at the cup and taking another sip. “Hm… how about something else? Uh… oh! Have you ever made a strawberry smoothie?”
“Yes, but people make strawberry smoothies in a lot of different ways. How does the cafe do it?” She tilted her head a bit at his blush but brushed it off as just the hot drink.
“Ah, well. The recipe for the strawberry smooth is behind you, on the wall there. But uh… really— I just want to see your keen eye when it comes to the freshness of the fruits since, you know, it’s pretty important to consider size and freshness when it comes to the fruits here,” he mentioned, trying his best to hide his blush which only made it clearer… somehow. “Don’t stress yourself too much though. It is your first time after all,” with that, he got the container of fresh strawberries and placed it into front of her, along with the other ingredients needed for the smoothie.
Link looked at the recipe and quickly memorized it before beginning to prepare the smoothie, being careful when it came to choosing the fruits. Soon it was done and poured into the glass. She stuck a straw in it and set it in front of Link, smiling a bit still, see,in much happier. She’d always loved to cook and make drinks and whenever she got to do it, it made her feel happier.
He took a moment to look at her making the drink and smiled softly when she’d finished it. He took the drink from in front of her and inspected it before nodding, satisfied. He turned back to her.
“Overall, a very great job. However…” he raised the drink up a bit, pushing to the side of the cup, with the straw, a hard pit from one of the strawberries which was still present. “That’s only to be expected though. With time, I’m sure you’ll perfect it,”
Link looked slightly frustrated when the flaw was produced but she just sighed before straightening up and nodding. “Ok. I’ll try and do better next time.” Her feet shuffled and she fidgeted, wondering what else he’d have her do.
He set the cup down beside the coffee she’d made earlier and looked other the fridge, as if looking for something else for her to make. When he saw some eggs, he had gotten an idea.
“Since our café also work with savory foods…” he got out two eggs, some cream, and butter “…make me a french omelet? The stove is this way,” he mentioned as he started to guide her to the back kitchen.
