When Lisa dealt with the last customer in line, she let out a sigh of relief. Working at a New York Starbucks wasn’t fun, but it was better than her old Georgia home. At least nobody yelled racial slurs at her these days. She could tolerate the “coffee colored skin” jokes from her college friends.
She slumped forward while sitting on her stool and peeked out the window. The Starbucks across the street didn’t look terribly busy either. There was always a slump in customers between breakfast and lunch, and today was no exception.
Her coworker Amy was handling the two drinks in the queue, so Lisa had nothing to do while she waited for more customers. She was about to pull out her phone when a customer walked inside.
This tall, suave businessman was six feet tall, same as Lisa, and it only took seconds for her to notice his watch. He was wearing a real Breitling Navitimer 01 Limited, a brilliant black, gold, and silver watch that cost about as much as two years of tuition.
He finally made it to the counter.
“Howdy! Can I get one of those large pumpkin spices?”