"Hey, William!"
The poor guy didn't bother struggling against Weiss, so he just let him go. Manhandling his coworker never solved any problem, but Weiss hoped that a noogie would be enough of a deterrent to keep him from calling Sarah over.
He gave Weiss a once-over.
"I'm telling you. You like her."
"I absolutely do not. Stop jumping to conclusions."
"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much."
"I don't care. I don't like her."
Weiss scowled for emphasis.
But his coworker simply offered him a subtle smile – one that he recognized as someone-with-a-plan. Weiss waved a hand, dismissing him before returning to the register to take another order.
"Whatever. Just go clean the frothier."
"Yes, Sir~!"
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"I have a Salsa Grave Thin…" the barista called dryly, waving the macchiato around.
"Yes, yes. Is there a Salsa Grave Thin around?"
