The cup, saucer and plate were whisked away, soon to be left discarded and forgotten in the sink as she made her way back to the display case. Sliding the door open, she barely even flinched at locating the British treats, hiding among the array of colors and sweet scents that filled the case.
One hand slipped to the side, tugging out a small white paper bag with curly pink handwriting on the side, inscribing the shop's name. The other fetched the tongs, Prissy mindful to differentiate between the flavors and plopped one, two, then a third Biskie into the bag, where they rested gently on the prepackaged paper that lay at the bottom of the bag.
Replacing the tongs, she busied herself with gently folding, creasing and then sealing the bag as she made her way towards the register. A few buttons later and slip of paper whirred its way out of the receipt slot, which she slid inside one of the cafe's discreet card holders. It probably wasn't necessary, but the gesture made her feel important, as though she were running a real restaurant and not a quaint cafe for the afternoon.
The bag was placed on the table and the holder handed to the young lady, softly saying, "Whenever you're ready," before Prissy returned to her post behind the counter. It was still early in the afternoon - maybe Maurice in the back would churn out a few new fresh batches she could test out before the end of her shift.
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Feel free to wrap us up - I've enjoyed the RP a lot, thank you!!
