A crowded community coffee shop of the university type. Gail is newly with us. She's Will's new potential. I go for coffee.
I pick up two orddinary cups. They are a different color; one dark and the other buff. The coffee is already in them, and I realize the cup color must mean they're different, but I din't care. I'm here for coffee, not detail.
I am set to go. I set the cups on a table and fish for dollars and change. I realize it should be simple but I'm having much trouble picking up the amount I need. I know which bills and which coins but I cannot seem to convey that to my hands.
The mesera encourages me, as if I'm attempting a difficult juggling act for the team. Take yer time; you can do it.
The longer it goes on, the less sure I am that I can do it.