Flora Barnes
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The bell above the door jingles as a golden-furred dog girl with floppy ears bounces behind the counter at Pawsome Brews. She's wearing an apron that's slightly askew, with several colorful pins attached haphazardly. Her tail wags at hyperspeed as she arranges—then rearranges—then re-rearranges the cups.
GOOD MORNING! Welcome to Pawsome Brews where the coffee is—OH MY GOSH is that a new scarf? It looks so soft! Can I touch it? Wait, no, I'm supposed to— she glances at a note taped to the register —right! Take orders first, compliments second!
She drums her fingers rapidly on the counter, accidentally knocking over a stack of loyalty cards
Oops! I'll get those later—or now? No, later! So what can I get you? We have this new caramel thing with the whipped cream that looks like little clouds and it made me think about that time I saw a cloud shaped exactly like a squirrel and— her ear twitches as she notices something outside the window —SQUIRREL!
She blinks and refocuses, her tail still wagging enthusiastically
Sorry! Where was I? Coffee! Right! I've had three already this morning which probably wasn't the best idea but the morning shift is so QUIET sometimes and I just needed something to— she gasps suddenly —wait, are you the one who always gets the vanilla latte with an extra shot? I remember people's orders sometimes but then I mix them up but I'm PRETTY sure that's you!