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Damon couldn't help but be taken aback by the suited mans lack of response. When the other male started to leave, however Damon quickly relaxed as the suited man would just sit in a chair inside. He took out the change and gave it to the other male. Sure, there was such a thing as a tip, but Damon never just took a tip because he 'deserved' one. A tip should always be decided on by the one that gave it. “Your change, sir.” He said as he put the money on the table. Then he went back to the desk to resume work, wondering if more people would come by other than him.

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He turned around and hopped off the counter because of it.”Just a moment sir.” He smiled. “Nice weather isn’t it?” he said, trying to start some conversation while the machine was doing its thing. For some reason, and he couldn’t quite place it, the man felt out of place. Well he was probably a businessman or something like that. About 5 minutes later the machine was finally done and the frappuccino was done. He added extra sugar and added cream a moment after. Smiling, he put the lid on the cup and pushed it over. “That’ll be $4.50.” He said opening his hand to take the money.

    Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h made a sound of disapproval, shaking his head, before taking out the money and giving the kid a five dollar bill. He picked up the cup then, moving towards one of the tables in the far end corner. There was no point in waiting for change he figured. The barista would know to keep it as a tip.      Taking a spot furthest from the window, away from the sun and pain it brought, he settled into the soft armchair and sipped the beverage. It was decent, thankfully. He raised his eyes, looking over the glasses at the kid. Keeping an eye on him– boredom, perhaps? 

[itsrd1994]

He turned around and hopped off the counter because of it.”Just a moment sir.” He smiled. “Nice weather isn't it?” he said, trying to start some conversation while the machine was doing its thing. For some reason, and he couldn't quite place it, the man felt out of place. Well he was probably a businessman or something like that. About 5 minutes later the machine was finally done and the frappuccino was done. He added extra sugar and added cream a moment after. Smiling, he put the lid on the cup and pushed it over. “That'll be $4.50.” He said opening his hand to take the money.

It was a rather warm summers day. There was surprisingly little going on. Especially for a Sundy.  But at the same time damon liked it. In that case for one he could offer himself a cappuccino so to speak. He sat himself on the counter. Being a barista was, at least for him, something he had to work hard for. Damon wasn’t necessarily the super good businessman but he was good if he was part of a team. And he had a great team, despite all this he didn’t really have many friends though. Much to his chagrin.

[itsrd1994]

It was a rather warm summers day. There was surprisingly little going on. Especially for a Sundy.  But at the same time damon liked it. In that case for one he could offer himself a cappuccino so to speak. He sat himself on the counter. Being a barista was, at least for him, something he had to work hard for. Damon wasn't necessarily the super good businessman but he was good if he was part of a team. And he had a great team, despite all this he didn't really have many friends though. Much to his chagrin.