This Old Coffee Shop // Closed RP
“Aaaaaaaand nonfat vanilla latte,” Dean called, setting the cup on the edge of the counter for whichever customer hadn’t given the cashier their name. They were heading out of the post-workday rush, the busy and impatient people starting to head home, replaced by the students and artsy types who liked to hang out and work on their laptops.
Dean preferred that crowd; they usually knew exactly what they wanted and had their payment ready, and they smiled more often when he handed over their drinks. They were lower maintenance overall. Or maybe it was just that he related to them better, being a local college student himself.
“Whew. Long day, huh?” he asked their new cashier, who looked like he might fall over now that he wasn’t being barraged nonstop by order after order. Dean hadn’t gotten a good read on the guy yet, but so far he seemed quiet and polite, and he was pretty cute. His name tag said Castiel, but he hadn’t actually introduced himself yet, so Dean still felt weird calling him by name.