[center][h3][color=lightgreen]Marcus[/color], [color=gray]Audrey[/color] and Cole.[/h3]
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[color=gray]"Caramel latte! Extra caramel, extra cream!"[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"Got it boss!"[/color]

Marcus placed a cup of milk underneath the steam spout of the café's coffee machine and gave it a frothing, even as coffee dribbled gently from the filter into a porcelain mug set underneath it. Once the mug was almost full he pulled it away and stopped the drip, adding a hefty amount of caramel syrup and full cream into the coffee as he stirred the dark liquid with a spoon. Then he poured in just the right amount of milk to make a nice creamy layer on top, and topped that with a dash of caramel and a sprinkling of brown sugar for added sweetness. Then he placed the steaming mug onto a plate and stepped out from behind the bar to deliver the drink. 

The café today was quiet; the mid afternoon crowds had petered out to a light sprinkling of patrons spread out amongst the tables. It wasn't late enough for people to be off work, which meant a more relaxed atmosphere instead of the hustle and bustle of the working crowd looking for a cuppa. His boss, Audrey, was on the register, as usual, and his colleague and friend John Cole was in the kitchen doing a stock check. A handful of patrons inhabited the café, including his target today: one Cora Dubois. He ambled over to her and set the mug down on her table, smiling and tipping his baseball cap while he did so. 

[color=lightgreen]"There ya go, miss Cora. Caramel latte, extra caramel and cream, just like you always order. If'n there's anything else you need, just head up to the counter."[/color]

Marcus gave her a wink as he ambled back to the counter, eliciting a groan from Audrey. As he squeezed past her to get back behind the bar she slapped him in the chest with another receipt, making him yelp in surprise. 

[color=lightgreen]"Ow! What -"[/color]

[color=gray]"Another order, [i]casanova[/i]. Latté, double espresso. And please, stop hitting on every poor [i]devushka[/i] that walks into my café."[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"Aw c'mon boss, I ain't gonna hurt 'em or nothin'. Besides, Cora's been in here for months now, on a regular basis. She's cool."[/color]

[color=gray]"No thanks to you, now get to work!"[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"Y-yes ma'am."[/color]

As Marcus retreated to the bar to make the next order, Cole emerged from the back kitchen, a clipboard in his hand and a frown on his face. He approached Audrey and tapped her on the shoulder. 

"U-uh, ma'am Audrey?"

With a quiet sigh she softened her expression and turned to him. 

[color=gray]"Yes, John?"[/color]

"We're out of mozzarella, and, um, linguini too. Also, um, rye bread and plastic cups."

She sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose.

[color=gray]"Well, we can't stand around and do nothing. Marcus!"[/color]

He looked up from the drink he was finished making and cocked an eyebrow. She scowled as he approached her, drink in hand. Without any warning she took the drink from him and slapped the clipboard and paper on his chest. 

[color=gray]"We are missing things. You will go down to corner store to buy. Go now."[/color]

With a weary sigh he took the paper and stowed it in a pocket. 

[color=lightgreen]"Alright boss."[/color]

Marcus headed outside and went for his bike, which was clamped to a nearby lamp post. The corner store in question wasn't far, and as he unlocked the clamp and saddled up he relished in the opportunity to get away from work and enjoy the wind in his hair. He took off his apron, stuffed it in a pocket and sped off, bike wheels spinning rapidly as he shot away from the café.

Audrey watched her employee pop a wheelie as he cycled off and sighed.

[color=gray]"One day that [i]blyad[/i] will be the death of me."[/color]

As Cole watched in wonder, she went back inside, heading for her own escape at the end of a cigarette, leaving the boy to tend to the register on his own.