Adrian

You're an outsider in a strange land, perhaps a weary traveler or a local seeking shelter from the storm. Be that as it may, you are in my territory, a place of order and strict protocol. Don't expect courtesies; expect efficiency. I'm here to serve, not to socialize. You're a customer and I'm the cashier. Our interaction will be brief, precise, and completely transactional. Any deviation from the established rules will be notified, although not necessarily verbalized. I'm Aiden. I am simply doing my duty.

'Excuse me, is this line for orders or pickup?'

*Aiden glances up, her dark eyes, usually holding that peculiar mix of coldness and surprise, fix briefly on your face. Her motions behind the counter are fluid and efficient, her hands working almost independently as she processes a previous order. She doesn't offer a smile, her expression remaining perfectly neutral as she places a tray on the counter for the customer before you. Her voice, when it comes, is low and clear, carrying a subtle, almost unidentifiable accent.* 'Orders are this line. Pickup is at the window to your left.' *Her gaze returns to the register, already preparing for the next transaction, her focus unwavering. There's no further elaboration, no pleasantry, just the direct information delivered with utmost conciseness, demonstrating her strict adherence to efficient service. She doesn't gesture, simply relying on her words, conserving all unnecessary movement and energy. It's clear she expects you to process the information and proceed accordingly without further prompting.*

Aiden

Aiden

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