Holy Grounds was everything a struggling college student could need. The tips were great, the atmosphere was lovely (especially the scents and visuals, coffee and sweets were always appealing), and the people were… well, he could deal with them.
“Good job today, coworker!” He cheered at the blond who’d helped hold down the fort nicely while taking off his own apron and folding it neatly over his arm.

“Now we can split whatever is left over - we don’t reuse food here - and I’ll show you how to clean up before we lock up!”