Fresh Meat #2: Olivia, Tuesday afternoon, the Mocha.
Olivia had to wonder if this coffee shop was always this busy or if it was the hag behind the counter's fault as she stood way at the back of the line in the Mocha, watching as customer after customer walked away from the counter looking pissed off. She was dressed casually in a tan vest top, jeans, and a pair of brown boots, her long hair artfully tousled, and actually sort of looking forward to meeting the woman at the counter. Batshit crazy, bitchy people always made for fun stories. Sighing, she shifted from one foot to the other, feeling awkward in this new environment and trying to get herself over the fact that she didn't know anyone.