#awe...

Also me, doing all the research I can to learn more about his heritage, culture and language because he lost a lot of it over the years:

Michael: “The love continues to grow and tension increases.”

Tyler: “It’s a rollercoaster ride of a relationship.”

Michael: “You get to find out, why we are the way we are and what we’ve gone through.”

[Maid Time]

J pauses when seeing the next customer; it was the first one it'd struggle to think of a fitting beverage for straight away.

It wasn't just the hair that perplexed the drone. Her entire demeanour felt... strange. Attempting to pinpoint it further; she seemed— quiet. curious? reserved. distant, maybe, but - serene.

It's not something J was at all familiar with. Everyone is always all too unbearingly brash; humans and drones alike. It was the very reason it was most productive in its lonesome; to be surrounded by people is to have its energy be drained twice as quickly. Except... that weight, that it is long used to when involved in an interaction — it wasn't present right now. Despite the appearance of the new guest, J still felt... well, as comfortable as it could be, and as it usually is when working by itself.

Huh.

That is possible?

The new experience catches it a touch off-guard, and for once it is genuinely interested in making a good drink; in creating a satisfactory product, void of any insults.  Thankfully, if there was something more intrinsic to J than its ability to maximise customer satisfaction, then it'd be its intrinsic association with space.

After thinking it over for a moment or two, it gets to work: mixing a non-alcoholic drink, showing off its skills in flair bartending in the process.  The result? A mocktail, one that tasted sweet and refreshing, but more importantly; looked a lot like the hair of its customer. All sorts of shades of purple and blue in a "space-like" mix, ice providing it with the extra texture you'd see in images of the galaxy, with the finishing touch of brew glitter as reference for the vast amount of stars.