the usual

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Pouring in the rest of the crushed cookies in its container, the ding from the front door was heard from the empty shop, indicating the entrance of a customer.

"I'll take my usual," she spoke softly, her focus on her phone, not sparing me a glance. I watched as she hastily typed on her phone, sighing to myself from how rude she was looking like right now.

great, what a way to start the day.

"I'm very sorry ma'am, but I'm new here and I don't exactly know what your usual is." finally looking up from her phone, she examined my face with an unreadable expression.

"Oh. Right. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Strawberry with strawberries and blueberries, in medium size."

Wow. Basic.

Nodding, I input her order in the register before preparing her order. "That'll be $3.99."

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