Coffee is served

I grab the mug of ice, get back to my station, and I pour the coffee to chill it right away. I give the coffee a little stir, then add the almond extract and prepare to serve.

I push her door open the rest of the way and present it to her. She gives it a glance, takes it from me, then puts it right under her nose and smells almond. She puts the mug to her lips and sips the sweet concoction. She looks at me, sipping more deeply. Her throat muscles shift subtly as she swallows it down. She licks her lips and sets it down. "Certainly not restaurant quality, but not bad."

I nod, accepting the weak complement. Happy to be of service, ma’am.