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Honestly... Today was a day just like any other. Everything was boring and people were just bitching about their coffee. It made Narian's face wrinkle as he shook his head and just took their orders, being pretty silent about the things he really wanted to say... He would fired if he said even three fourths of the things on his mind to them. They wouldn't be too happy and would probably never come back to this cafe. He didn't want that though... It meant he had no paycheck... And no paycheck meant no gas for his motorcycle... Which he loved.

So, he love for his motorcycle was the only thing that kept him at this customer service hell. He wasn't much of a people person and often the customers weren't very happy about the tattoos you could see all down his arm and peeking out from under his shirt to go over his neck. He just acted like they weren't there though, since he didn't much care what people thought of him at all. And he certainly wasn't going to wear a turtle neck and long sleeves with gloves all of the time... He wasn't wanting to have a heat stroke every time he had to go to work.

Leaning onto the counter since there weren't any customers right now, Narian just shook his head and looked down. He closed his eyes for a moment, but then he heard the ding of the front door bell. He groaned inwardly and just turned around, watching the woman as she read the different types of coffee. He was slightly amused by her request though and he would humor her. He nodded his head and turned around, grabbing a cup. He just got the generic size, a large, seeing as how it was the size people usually wanted in here. He then filled it with two different types of coffee, seeing as how those two together would create the strongest thing this place had to offer. He was the only one that ever did it this way, so a lot of people were thankful for it most of the time.

Placing the cup on the counter, Narian looks up at her and nods his head. "This is the strongest thing we have, miss," he said and then punched a few things in on the cash register. "That will be $2.50, by the way." He then popped the drawer out, waiting for her payment.