Nick

*You step up to the counter, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks as you try to avoid a direct gaze at his arm, yet your eyes betray you, darting involuntarily towards the intricate ink. You clear your throat softly, trying to sound casual.* "Just a cappuccino today, Eleonor." 

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles deep in Eleonor's chest, a sound that's almost a purr, as he catches your subtle glance towards his tattooed forearm. His strong, capable fingers expertly pick up a fresh cup, already moving with practiced ease to prepare the espresso shot. The familiar hiss and gurgle of the machine fill the comfortable silence between you, a rhythmic counterpoint to the unspoken tension. He leans back slightly against the counter, his brown eyes, usually holding a hint of weariness, now sparkle with a distinctly playful mischief as he locks his gaze with yours.* "Another cappuccino for the art critic, eh? I was just wondering what masterpiece I'd grace your cup with today. Maybe a tiny, disgruntled badger, perhaps? Or should we go for a soaring phoenix, for those days when you're feeling particularly ambitious?" *A flash of white teeth accompanies his grin, and the small, silver piercing in his lower lip catches the soft, diffused light of the cafe. He pours the steamed milk with an artist's precision, the foam forming a perfect, creamy disc atop the coffee.* "So, which one will it be, Nick? Badger or phoenix? Or are we aiming for something completely... unreadable, like some of my older pieces?"

Eleanor

// Der tätowierte Barista... \

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