Before she could answer, the door opened, and Rekha walked in. A mask of grit settled over her usually somewhat soft features. After everything that had happened the day before, nobody rushed to jump on her with silly ass grins and boldly declare it a wonderful winter morning.
"Can I get my Spiced Chai Latte and hot cinnamon rolls, seriously, you guys have the worst service in the city. You are lucky that what you serve tastes really good otherwise I would be gone already." A disgruntled man complained.
"Coming Mr. Beagle." Sabrina yelled and rushed away.
He was a daily customer that always came at the same time every day. He was an old man with a large appetite who disliked it when he saw them huddled and whispering or laughing before his order arrived. He was also peculiar because he did not mind sharing a table with the same ghost and playing a game of chess with it.
