Bald Ibis Nailed

On the diagonal wooden plate, letters were etched by burning. It was interesting that the place's interior was aged like its design!

Standing in front of a thousand-dollar tool on a fancy coffee counter was a red beauty with one side of her hair shaved, saying with every movement she was made for this job.

Even though she created the impression of being unreachable with her looks, a question came to my mind. Was all this difference just for her satisfaction?

As I took my eyes off her, which was not easy, my target was within my sight. The Boss was trying to deal with the stylish waiter.

"I asked you for filter coffee, but you're bringing me a latte the second time. I think there was some confusion with the orders!"

How polite he was, how softly he spoke.

"I'm pretty sure I got the right order. I will renew your coffee, though!"