I stick the mug under the coffee spout and hit the button. The loud whoosh of it working is surprisingly soothing. I focus on the rest of the order, grabbing a magical shot of stamina and adding it to the jug of milk I"m about to steam.
Despite all of the questions I"m having about whether this is precisely what I want to be doing, there"s something nice about making coffee. It"s familiar, and reassuring. This is something I know how to do, and I can do it perfectly.
I finish off the cappuccino and tap it a couple of times on the side to make sure it settles well enough.
I set the mug down in front of my customer and smile. "Thank you for using Cauldron Coffee Shop," I say brightly.
"Cheers," he responds, picking up the mug and making his way over to one of the chairs. I don"t know if
