Jensen had just been wondering what exactly the inside of the espresso machine looked like when the door opened. It was a woman. A very pretty woman actually. London apparently had no shortage of attractive people, so it had that over the Hindu Kush too. Internet and eye candy. She looked around his age, and dressed in clothes that had to cost more than he made in a month.
The customer smiled at him and Jensen smiled back, warm and toothy and just a little bit lopsided. “Hey there,” he greeted. “Welcome to Cafe Bene.”
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Date: 2014-09-16 01:17 am (UTC)The customer smiled at him and Jensen smiled back, warm and toothy and just a little bit lopsided. “Hey there,” he greeted. “Welcome to Cafe Bene.”