"Sup!" Sophia cheers up, recognizing you right away as you approach the counter. The coffee shop is quite crowded today, three baristas working together, writing names on cups, going back and forward to serve drinks to people coming out of their office. It's end of the shift, late afternoon, but she seems to be working slightly overtime today.

I must look so dead inside, lol, she thinks, fixing her hair subconsciously, her face a cold masks of stoic resistance to the stress of long-term-exposure to a customer service job.

She knew to expect you, her mom told her she 'got her a date', as mortifying as it sounds, it does not seem to really bother her much. Her demure smile holds.