Jun 27, 2023 22:33:49 GMT
Post by damian on Jun 27, 2023 22:33:49 GMT
There was a softness in the air that he couldn’t really describe, it was like that sort of softness that you felt after a heavy rain. After the day had started to open up after a somewhat fitful night. He was glad that he didn’t have to deal with shattered windows, spray paint on the walls or overturning chairs. Many places that he went didn’t take kindly to foreigners or newcomers infringing on business; but maybe because he was so close to U.A.U he was spared that kind of hub bub.
Either that or the heroes were doing their jobs and keeping the streets fairly clean. Humming to himself he’d set out his tables, prop open the various umbrellas and check the forecast. With there being no chance for rain this week he’d make sure that people were encouraged to sit outside but allowed for four or so tables to remain indoors, adjusting the plants and the like so to give folks something to look at.
Menus were next, followed by some suggestions for each table based on what plant was sitting next to the table. Certain scents with certain tastes, those certain tastes also went well with certain menu orders. Outlined and gentle suggested but not imposed. He always made sure that his customers came first but he already knew that some of the tables would remain unfilled.
The bitter tasting tea was the slowest to sell, but the ones that were energetic quickly were out of stocks. Leaving him hemorrhaging in some fashions. There were times that folks wouldn’t buy anything he suggested and he’d have to mark it down in the freshness window.
A few customers to start his day and his humming didn’t seem to stop, the gentle music over the intercom setting it more in the midst of a beach rather than a bustling city. The waves softly lapping at the shore while the gulls occasionally chimed in in the distance. The music was something you’d hear from those off in the distance gentle states or nations.
Eight tables outside, four inside, a plant each. The tea shops first floor was lined with shelves that had many different options for tea. The steady whirr of a few camera’s here or there; though they never seemed to point at the tables, they were more to cover the many different things he was selling.
Last but not least the smell of baked goods gently touched that of the inside portion of the shop. It’d take a little bit but he always made things fresh for his customers and seemed to keep a strict adherence to their freshness. When he was ready his sign on the front door flickered and the ‘Open’ neon sign sprung to life. Its warm and inviting hues was only matched by the man that was sitting near the front door, on a stool, reading his book, waiting quietly for more folks to show up…
Either that or the heroes were doing their jobs and keeping the streets fairly clean. Humming to himself he’d set out his tables, prop open the various umbrellas and check the forecast. With there being no chance for rain this week he’d make sure that people were encouraged to sit outside but allowed for four or so tables to remain indoors, adjusting the plants and the like so to give folks something to look at.
Menus were next, followed by some suggestions for each table based on what plant was sitting next to the table. Certain scents with certain tastes, those certain tastes also went well with certain menu orders. Outlined and gentle suggested but not imposed. He always made sure that his customers came first but he already knew that some of the tables would remain unfilled.
The bitter tasting tea was the slowest to sell, but the ones that were energetic quickly were out of stocks. Leaving him hemorrhaging in some fashions. There were times that folks wouldn’t buy anything he suggested and he’d have to mark it down in the freshness window.
A few customers to start his day and his humming didn’t seem to stop, the gentle music over the intercom setting it more in the midst of a beach rather than a bustling city. The waves softly lapping at the shore while the gulls occasionally chimed in in the distance. The music was something you’d hear from those off in the distance gentle states or nations.
Eight tables outside, four inside, a plant each. The tea shops first floor was lined with shelves that had many different options for tea. The steady whirr of a few camera’s here or there; though they never seemed to point at the tables, they were more to cover the many different things he was selling.
Last but not least the smell of baked goods gently touched that of the inside portion of the shop. It’d take a little bit but he always made things fresh for his customers and seemed to keep a strict adherence to their freshness. When he was ready his sign on the front door flickered and the ‘Open’ neon sign sprung to life. Its warm and inviting hues was only matched by the man that was sitting near the front door, on a stool, reading his book, waiting quietly for more folks to show up…
