Confidence
From behind his fancy espresso-making machine, the coyote barista gives me another look, but this time, i think he's sizing me up.
Black as midnight, red as blood
The barista all but adjusted his pants. he had no idea the fox was toying with him. michael grinned to himself. foxes were as much trouble as vixens it would seem, they liked to play games. then, the fox caught michael's eye.
The Lady Wore Red - Chapter 3
There was nobody else in the entire place except for the barista. "there are plenty of other tables," she told him. "i know. i know that. but..." he looked her over from head to chest to toes. "look.
Different Sizes of Love
"you ordered from one of our baristas?" gray nodded. "you're not there to make one for me. so your colleague did it." "and she gave you _that_cup?"
Acing Life
They waited by the pickup counter for orders that busy, purple-aproned baristas rushed to make in noisy blenders and shakers. “not one table free.”
Hypnovember 2022 # 3 - The Anarchists' New Clothes
Doing their best to hide their giggles between their cheeks and their gums while they ordered the cheapest coffees they could from the awkward, bemused-looking baristas wearing those generic corporate aprons.
Where's your boyfriend?
Even the barista said the new customer hadn't shown up. it was only a one-time thing and he may never come back. at this rate, he would never see him again.
An Unfamiliar Quote
More patrons stood rapidly, as the barista's eyes widened. he made an anxious break for the doorway, attempting with several souls to vanish into the crowd, as more beams struck the fleeing masses.
You know you need unique New York
After i got back to the gate, i handed eddy his drink and told him about the barista. he just laughed. "really? a guy shows up, orders a coffee for another guy, and she doesn't blurt our 'fag?'"
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 1
Said the wooly barista. it was great! sure, she was going to possibly be in danger but it was exactly what she needed!
Goodbye Files - Unnatural Skies
The entire time, he talked as if the barista herself worked for the c.i.a.
Breaking the Ice
The barista blushed a little as he adjusted his black framed glasses, his mustache curving around his bashful smile as his dreadlock ponytail brushed the back of his shoulders. "happy holidays dude!" the barista replied.