Love and Butter

I didn’t go for the food and I sure as hell didn’t go for the service. Most of the girls tending the bar acted like they’d never poured a beer before. God help them with a portafilter. Ordering was an exercise in patience and persistence. Given the obvious lack of experience, the hiring manager must have been focused on other qualities.

Roza was the lone exception to general incompetence. She operated with confidence that only comes through familiarity. Red hair and tattoos flaring, both hands worked independently at once while she held a conversation in front of her and flashed with her eyes that…