Lusac hissed softly as his hand brushed against part of espresso machine, burning him. He shook his hand in mild irritation, holding the latte in his other hand to prevent it from spilling. He read the name on the cup, writted in black sharpie. Jeremy, so that was the name of the hipster who ordered the half-caf, extra foam, double mocha latte. Luckily Lucas was a good enough barista that the drink wouldn't taste nearly as pretetious as it sounded. He wasn't necessarily sure that was a good thing though, never could tell with some of the hipsters that came in here. He smiled to himself. If he gave a customer a hard time it was always good natured. Sometimes people needed to stop taking themselves so seriously and Lucas had a knack for subtly reminding them of that. For real though, he was all for making tasty drinks, that was his job, but when did people stop enjoying the taste of coffee? "Jeremy." He called, holding out the cardboard cup. Now was a bad time to be tinking about his life decisions but he couldn't help it. He was a physics grad student and here he was working in a coffee shop... Still he truly enjoyed being a barista. But he wanted to do more with his life than make excellent lattes... He owed that much to himself didn't he?