The very thin girl behind the counters is wearing a white sleeveless T shirt, showing her tattoo sleeves as well as the ink work on her upper chest and neck. "Four americanos", she says, in the voice of a B movie waitress who would be cracking gum and rolling her eyes. "For here?" Her head is shaved on both sides and the rest of her long acid green hair is tied back in a tight ponytail. While the rest of us share a table with our coffees, Sarah stays to order a substantial bag of cookies.
"This place must be new", say I.
"We opened two weeks ago", says the server as she brings over a tray with our americanos. "Cream and sugar is over there at the end of the counter.
"The music seems unusually soft and pleasant for this kind of ambience, just an obscure young woman's voice singing sweetly to an acoustic guitar.
"anyone want a cookie, or should we wait", says Sarah "I bought two dozen each chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin."
"How much do I owe you?" says Carl, reaching for his wallet."
"You're money's no good here,Carl", she says demurely...
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