Asking for a dry cappuccino with vanilla flavor, Emily wondered if Angela knew of any scooter or bike dealerships nearby.  “No honey, sorry.” The burlesque star shook her head, scooping the foamy goodness  of two percent milk into Emily’s cup.  She suggested checking Craigslist and other such websites for deals.<br/><br/>The two went on to talk about new barista, Roxy, hired just two days ago.  Angela didn’t give her more than a year at Blue’s.  “That one thinks she’s all that.  I bet you and I will have to cover a lot of her shifts after she passes the probation period.”  Emily didn’t have an opinion about shift covering but she did think Roxy was very flirtatious with the male customers.  “She flirts with every guy that comes up to the counter.”  Angela nodded in agreement, “She’ll bring in more money that’s for sure.  Doug hung out yesterday and ordered three of his usual lattes.”  He was one of many bar flies that hung out in the mornings, drinking coffee and working on his laptop.  They had suspicions he ran his personal business on their free WiFi.<br/><br/>Deciding it was time to get to business, Emily noticed a message on her cell.  Hopping off the stool after replaying it, her face alight with excitement.  “That was a message from Boris, the owner of the shop that customizes motorcycles.”  Sliding the empty cup to her friend, she continued, “He said he has a surprise for me.” Angela laughed, deep and throaty, “Oh, I bet he’s got a surprise for you.”  Eyes rolling at the single mindedness of her buddy, Emily waved as she left.  Yesterday was a suck fest but today so made up for it.  She’d see Boris twice in just a short period of time and perhaps even get a lead for a new ride.  With this kind of luck, maybe on the way home it’d be smart to buy a lottery ticket.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later, Emily ran a hand through her hair and straightened jacket and shirt before pushing the door open to<i>B’s Knees Moto</i>.  She hoped her face didn’t betray how happy she was to see Boris.