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“You can go first,” Jakob says to the person behind him. He’s trying to time it right to get served by the tall, skinny handsome man - the one who always gives him extra caramel sauce on and in his milkshake, even when he doesn’t ask for it.
Usually, Jakob gets served by him without trying, but today the universe is testing him. He’s already let two people go before him. The shorter, stricter dude is working faster today, apparently.
Finally, tall and skinny is available and Jakob’s first in the queue.
“Usual?” he asks. Jakob stares blankly back at him like an idiot. “Caramel milkshake with extra cream and extra caramel sauce?”, tall guy elaborates.
“Erm, yeah…” Jakob mumbles, stunned, “But I’m not paying for the extra sauce”
“Oh, never!” winks his crush, “It’s Jakob, right?”
“Right!” Jakob beams. His smiles drops as a realisation hits him, “Oh, for the cup!”
“I’m Kevin!” Kevin laughs, it sounds like a breath of fresh air, if a laugh could ever sound like that. . .
When Jakob get his drink, the side of the cup says “Milkschakob” and there’s a smiley face. He grins. He’s keeping the cup. For zero waste reasons, you understand.