Everything was starting to run like a well oiled machine and they were able to make it through the line that had started to form. Orders written on cups, passed along to the barista, syrups in, milk in, and order up! These were the days when Peter liked his job the most and he hoped to God that nothing would screw this up because it was absolute torture trying to get the train back on its track. Thankfully, his group was competant and they eventually made it to the last guy in line, for the moment.
"Welcome, what can I getcha?" Peter asked as he spun the sharpie around in his fingers. The guy looked like a normal coffee drinker, probably a medium, but he did his best to not make assumptions anymore because he wasted a lot of cups that way. However, when there was a lull in the day he was more than happy to attempt to guess an order with a happy customer.