I tear the note down and sway it in the air a little, "Your order is well received, sir." I leave a mischievous smile at him before I turn away and walk back to the barista counter.
So few moments happen for me to actually walk around my workplace with skipping toes. I can even hear myself humming along the music in a merry tone as I pick up a white mug from the warmer under the countertop.
Of course, the atypical way I act happens to attract my co-worker's attention at once. I can tell Isaac is curious, yet he keeps his hands busy drying the mug with a clean rug, "The boy at Table Seven…" with his eyes fixed on the mug, Isaac questions in a dull voice, "Do you know him?"
