At the bustling cafe, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as the clatter of cups and the hum of customers created a lively atmosphere. Hirvan, dressed in his uniform, moved swiftly behind the counter, juggling orders in a hurry. Just as he bent down to retrieve a tray, a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Hello, Can I have a cup of americano?"
Raising his head, his body stiffened as he caught the smiling grey eyes of the person opposite him.
Hirvan's expression changed but he suppressed His impulse to say something rude.
"Large or small?"
"Large, please," Greg replied, his tone casual but his gaze unwavering.
"That'll be seven dollars."
Hirvan kept his voice professional, masking the annoyance within him. He rang up the order and avoided looking directly at Greg, hoping to make this interaction as brief as possible. He had thought that at least today, Being a weekend, he would be exempt from seeing Greg. But not a chance!
