Kiya heard the bell above the door ring and human nature compelled her to look over her shoulder. He was cute if not a little young for her. She guessed silently that he was around 17 or 18. She gave him a quick smile before turning her attention back in front of her to the moving line. She was next and she’d made up her mind what she wanted. An Iced Mocha, it wasn’t her usual mixture of hot chocolate and French vanilla but at least it had chocolate in some form or another.
She stepped up to the counter a friendly enough smile on her face as she looked up at the list of choices above the server’s head.
“Yeah, can I get an large iced mocha please” she almost winced as she heard her accent but decided it wouldn’t do any good and probably would just make the server think she was even more dumber than she sounded. She’d only been in Seattle for four months but it still sounded like she hadn’t been there a day.