I hear his loud booming voice. "I DO NOT PAY YOU TO STAND AROUND CHATTING WHILE DRINKING THE SUPPLIES! NOW, GET OUT THERE AND SERVE SOME CUSTOMERS BEFORE I FIRE YOUR ASSES!"
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.
The white haired dude comes out again, followed by a couple of girls in their early twenties with sheepish looks on their faces.
One clears her throat and looks up at me as the guy comes out from behind the counter. "Sorry for the delay. What can I get you?" She asks politely.
"Large latte, please. Oh, and a blueberry muffin, thanks." I murmur, rummaging around my handbag for my purse.
After paying for my order, I take my tray and find a seat. I see Mr Whitehair sat down at a table for two, a book in his hand and a big leaver arch folder on the table.
Hmm...
He lifts his head up and smiles at me. 'I take it you're meeting someone?" He asks.