(alrighty!)
Mika sighed in frustration, trying to keep his irritation out of his tone as he spoke to the newly hired barista, attempting to show her how to make one of their simple drinks. It seemed like she wasn't paying attention, eyes wandering to different places in the room. She didn't ask any questions, just nodded in agreement and gave the occasional hum as Mika spoke. Eventually, he left, hoping that she'd be able to handle the morning rush on her own when it started (which should be pretty soon).
Cameron made his way into the cafe, he was new to town and heard this place was good. Plus, he needed tea. He hummed a song he had heard on his way here, walking up to the counter. The barista didn't look like she was paying attention, at all.
Mika plopped down in his chair in the office, making sure he kept his eye on the front counter and the barista. A few moments later, a customer walked in. As Mika had predicted, she didn't do anything about it. He pushed down his anger and popped his head out of the office door. "Missy, you've got a customer," he said, gesturing the the person at the front counter.
"Yeah, can I use the bathroom first?" She asked, leaving without waiting for an answer. Mika sighed in disappointment. Looks like he was going to have to take orders today.
Cameron tilted his head at the sight of an employee being so rude to what looked like her manager. Perhaps they do things differently in this country. He thought as fiddled with his fingers, seeing the manager looking dude coming towards the counter. He looked annoyed at the barista, perhaps even Cam?
"Sorry about that," he said to the customer as he grabbed an apron and tied it. He forced a bright smile, trying to look at the positive side to this. At least the customer didn't seem upset. "What can I get for you today?"
Cam noticed the smile, it seemed fake, at least he wasn't yelling. "C-can I get a chamomile tea?" Cam asked in a quiet voice, his words tripping a bit. He wasn;t used to the English language, though similar, he found Italian easier.
(does Cam have an accent?)
Yup! A really strong Italian accent//
"Oh, thank god," he said, chuckling. Mika was relieved that he was ordering something easy to make and not something like a hot white chocolate mocha with five shots of espresso, caramel drizzle with a hint of pumpkin spice and rainbow whipped cream. It was actually an order he had gotten at one point while working here. It was also something he had majorly screwed up, and he got yelled at for it. "Anything else you'd like?"
(cool, I'll keep it in mind lol)
"Can I get a cinnamon bun?" He asked and mentally cursed himself, he stumbled on his words again. Why is English so hard? He complained in his mind as he ordered, he hated is accent at times like these. He saw the look of relief on the man's face and smiled, the man seemed annoyed already and he didn't want to make it worse.
(sorry sorry I've been busy, I promise I'll respond to this when I get the chance)
You good, I understand being busy//
(yee. I'm taking a test in a few minutes but after that I should be able to respond)
Same here, lol.//
I jUst lOvE scIEncE!//
(I'm going to assume that's sarcasm)
"Can I get a cinnamon bun?" He asked and mentally cursed himself, he stumbled on his words again. Why is English so hard? He complained in his mind as he ordered, he hated is accent at times like these. He saw the look of relief on the man's face and smiled, the man seemed annoyed already and he didn't want to make it worse.
It took a moment for Mika to understand what he had said with his accent. "Oh, a cinnamon bun? Sure thing," he said. "Did I get that right?"
Cameron looked quite embarrassed but quickly said. "Yes, that is correct." His face was red, he hated when people couldn't understand him. It happened a lot, mostly on ordering things.
Mika saw his red face, and immediately felt guilty. He probably offended him. "Sorry, it's been a while since I've done this. I'm supposed to be the manager, not the barista." He tried to cover up his mistake and emotions with a smile, while nervously twirling a lock of long hair around his finger.
"No, no. It's okay, my accent is somewhat confusing to people who are not Italian." He explains, fiddling with his fingers nervously. He hadn't met to make the other man uncomfortable, but he did. My accent is a sucky thing to have in America. He thought crossly.
"It's not your fault, I'm just tired, and not used to it," he said, sighing. "Will you be ordering anything else today?"
"Uh, no thanks." He said after quickly skimming over the menu on the wall. "And I'm sorry that you're tired."
He laughed. "You don't have to apologize for that," he said. "$3.29, by the way."
