[ He's just...so bad. He's so bad at this. He is so amazingly bad at this. How on earth did he ever get past the interview stage? Who hired him? You've got to be charming in interviews, even if you're not going to like the job. You've got to grin and bear it. It's just...
Honestly, it's annoying. He's been at this, what, a day at the most? And she's being absolutely an angel to him. Kitty's put up with some rude customers, and she still keeps her smile. He hasn't even begun to see the worst of it, and he's acting like an actual raincloud forced into human skin. ]
It's Clara, actually.
[ It's Kitty, actually, but she's using this cafe to do a bit of spying; she has a different look than usual, and a different name, different documents, everything. Not that anything remotely interesting has come out of that spying. ]
And yeah. Sea-salt mocha peppermint sprinkles would be brilliant, thanks.
[ She hands the cup back to him, arching her eyebrows ironically. But then curiosity wins out: she takes a moment to look him over, up and down. He's awfully old, and clearly has never worked in customer service. Forced into this work after being knocked out of some other, better job, no doubt. He doesn't look all that posh, though. He carries himself with enough arrogance that he might be president of the whole world, but...His hands look a bit too rough. Kitty learned when she was young to tell the hands of people who did soft work, because those were the hands of the magicians, and those were dangerous people, people you had to avoid. His work isn't soft.
Interesting. ]
So what did you do before this?
[ The only name she has is "John," but like hell she's going to call him that. She hates it when people think that just because she's got a name on a tag they're on a first-name basis. The least she can do is give him a little dignity. ]
ave satanus etc.
Honestly, it's annoying. He's been at this, what, a day at the most? And she's being absolutely an angel to him. Kitty's put up with some rude customers, and she still keeps her smile. He hasn't even begun to see the worst of it, and he's acting like an actual raincloud forced into human skin. ]
It's Clara, actually.
[ It's Kitty, actually, but she's using this cafe to do a bit of spying; she has a different look than usual, and a different name, different documents, everything. Not that anything remotely interesting has come out of that spying. ]
And yeah. Sea-salt mocha peppermint sprinkles would be brilliant, thanks.
[ She hands the cup back to him, arching her eyebrows ironically. But then curiosity wins out: she takes a moment to look him over, up and down. He's awfully old, and clearly has never worked in customer service. Forced into this work after being knocked out of some other, better job, no doubt. He doesn't look all that posh, though. He carries himself with enough arrogance that he might be president of the whole world, but...His hands look a bit too rough. Kitty learned when she was young to tell the hands of people who did soft work, because those were the hands of the magicians, and those were dangerous people, people you had to avoid. His work isn't soft.
Interesting. ]
So what did you do before this?
[ The only name she has is "John," but like hell she's going to call him that. She hates it when people think that just because she's got a name on a tag they're on a first-name basis. The least she can do is give him a little dignity. ]