|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2018 8:39 pm
 ------Man! The shop hadn't been this busy in what seemed like forever! Fenris found himself busier than ever, as his fliers advertising his new Pumpkin Spiced Brew seemed to have stirred up more interest than he could have imagined! Of course, his co-workers and bandmates were sure to tell him otherwise.
The rush had barely started to die down, and he was able to get off his paws for a few moments to grab his guitar, sit in a rocking chair, and strum. There wasn't any real rhyme or reason to the note he played, but it was...relaxing. Even as the customers slowly field out, he felt himself slipping into a bit of a haze, some new song bubbling up from what might be nothing...
Ting-ting-ting!
"Ah!" Snapped out of his daze and halting his playing, Fenris looked up towards the door, a smile on his face directed at whomever had just walked in. "Welcome!"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2018 11:00 pm
Oiche wasn't entirely sure why she was here. Okay that wasn't the whole truth, her dad's editor had moved out here and he was busy helping a couple with a haunting so she had some how been talked into hoping a portal and coming here to give the editor the new pages. So here she was somewhat lost with the manuscript sitting pretty in its package. A rumble went through her tummy but she ignored it, staring at the man in front of her. He was haunted by a rather interesting ghost. So oiche had been following him around for the last fifteen minutes. Only he had disappeared and she was standing in the middle of a town she had never been to before. Her tummy rumbled again reminding her that skipping meals probably hadn't been the best plan, but truthfully the book had been interesting. Food was very much less important. "I just said that food was less important" oiche muttered as it rumbled again. Okay this was ridiculous. Obviously she should eat. It wasn't like the editor's house was anywhere near..... oh another ghost and it was going into a cafe. Hmmm well if that wasn't a sign. With a smirk oiche adjusted the package and her bag and walked towards the cafe. She smiled when the owner? Barista? Other person in the cafe spoke up and welcomed her. "Aaah, thank you" she found herself saying. Ah....the ghost disappeared again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2018 11:25 pm
------Well...they looked a little more than out of place in this town.
Nevertheless, Fenris stood up, sat his guitar down gently on the ground, and took his place beside one of the displays. This one currently housed a showcase of the new Pumpkin Spiced Brew, along with what looked like several handmade cups, mugs, and other knicknacks.
"We have a new Brew on sale if you're interested! Other than that, how may I assist you today? Food? Drink?" His smile never wavered. the man had practice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2018 3:15 pm
Okay she was in the cafe and said pleasantries, that was good. Now she just had to get away from not saying anything else. Except for when she went to cafe she normally went to Yun's and this was a brand new one and she had no idea what to get. So she would have to say more. Chewing lightly on her lip she looked over at the owner/barista and . Due to her shyness she often messed up talking to people badly, not to mention the way she was dressed and looked often set people off. " I.... I think both are their and teas or food you would recommend?" Oiche tried. Mmm she almost wished that ghost came back, she did better with ghosts. However this was a chance to branch out and get used to talking to people... and if she messed this up well it wasn't as if they lived in the same town, or he would talk to her more than just her order.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 10:33 am
------"Fantastic!"
Fenris strode over to the register counter, leaning over the section that also housed a pasty display case. To be honest, with half his employees out sick, the selection wasn't as great as it was usually, but there was still a spread. Pies, turnovers, cookies, brownies. Salads, sandwiches, and fake bowls of soups. Even with the empty spots, it was probably more than enough choices.
If you see anything on the menu-" He gestured up towards the multiple chalkboards with prices written on them, "that isn't on display, I can make it fresh for you, so don't be hesitant."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
