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George, the Orc Barista: Coffee, coffee, coffee
George, the orc barista, looked up at his newest customer. Standing before him was a two-meter-tall woman. With her height and build, George knew she was a plains-woman.
“Good morning. How may I help you?” George asked.
“Coffee,” the woman’s eyes were blurry with sleep.
“What kind?” George asked.
“Coffee.”
George poured black coffee into a cup and handed it to her. “Coffee,” he said.
The woman downed the hot coffee without a flinch and returned it to George, saying, “Coffee.”
George poured another cup saying, “Coffee.”
Again she downed the drink, handing the cup back with, “Coffee.”
They repeated this three more times when suddenly the woman looked around and said, “I’m not home.”
George replied, “No, and you aren’t dressed.”
The woman looked down, “Guess I should go get dressed.” She turned, saying, “I’ll be back to pay. The coffee was great.”
George waved to the plains-woman as she left. Being an orc barista is never dull.
