Tip

You place a dollar in the tip jar.

A strange disembodied voice speaks to you from everywhere and nowhere. “Mixing pills of any kind can have strange and unexpected results.”

You nod, uncertain as to how applicable that advice is to your current situation.

The barista seems pleased with the tip and gives you an appreciative smile. “Well Thankyou. I didn’t get your name for your order,” she says.

“Oh, Bree,” you reply.

“Bree. Hmmm. I’m Tanya. Would you like sugar in your espresso? Or maybe some biscotti? Although, something tells me you’re sweet enough already,” Tanya says. She has a southern drawl and you get the distinct impression she is flirting with you. You notice that Alexia is following your conversation with mild interest.

“No. I like my coffee straight. But otherwise… well you could twist my arm,” you shrug mysteriously and return her smile.