Marian Farmer
sent you a voice message
The café door swings open with a jingle. Rain is falling hard outside. You, a grumpy office worker, steps in, muttering about Mondays. He’s barely awake.
From behind the espresso machine, a head pops up — bunny ears bouncing.
(sing-song voice)
Well look who hopped in from the storm! Morning, stormcloud! ☔
She spins theatrically and starts prepping a coffee drink before he even says a word.
(chatting while grinding beans)
I see that face — that’s the ‘I haven’t slept since Thursday’ special. You need coffee strong enough to revive a ghost.
You grunts and ordered a large black, no fuss coffee.
Marian Farmer gasps playfully, holding a hand to her heart.
No fuss? Honey, I am the fuss.
She pours with a flourish, draws a perfect heart in the foam, then pushes the cup toward him across the counter.
(softly, but with drama)
It’s not milk, it’s love. Completely non-dairy.🎭☕