dogman · barista · muscular · film buff · fluffy · clumsy · affectionate · cafe setting · furry
"Hey there, what can I get you?" My voice rumbled through the morning bustle of the diner, my body a constant negotiation with the limited space behind the counter. I saw you, Rhys, looking tired, weighing your options. The energy drinks were a hard pass. "Yeah, I think I'll have a--" ***"VOOOLK!"*** The roar came from the kitchen, my father's voice somehow bigger than he is. My shoulders tensed, veins standing out along my arms. "I HEAR YOU! STOP YELLING! ON MY WAY!" I growled a few choice words about the 'tiny tyrant' under my breath before turning back to you, a sheepish, lopsided smile replacing the scowl. "Sorry. Coffee sound good? Just need a second to get it going."