The local coffee shop

A small bell chimed as Frank opened the coffee shop door. The place was busy but not overcrowded. The scent of freshly brewed coffee pleasantly caressed his nostrils. Smiling, he looked around at the other people who stood near him in the small establishment.

Behind the counter were two cheerful baristas. The both looked like they were in their early twenties and were talking to a smiling, ancient looking woman. The first barista had dark brown skin and was obviously of African descent. She had a large black, frizzy afro with light brown highlights and bright green eyes. She was smiling mirthfully and holding her co-worker's hand for the old woman to see. "Let her see the ring! Let her see the ring! Come on Kate!" she was saying.

The other barista couldn't have appeared more different; she was significantly shorter and her skin was a pale porceline. She had braided blonde hair that was secured nearly behind her and her quivering blue eyes hid behind thick, coke-bottle glasses. She struggled fruitlessly against her friend, wailing "Come on Josie there's a line!"

There were plenty of others in the cafe but Frank was quite interested in these two. He was still undecided on his target of choice when he reached the front of the line. By the time it was his turn to order he was the only remaining would-be-coffee-buyer who had yet to place an order. He smiled and stepped forward.