Katalina walked into the coffee shop and up to the counter, already knowing what she wanted to order. The pimply teenager behind it looked at her completely uninterested in her and in his job in general. Weren't they all like that these days?<br/><br/>"May I help you?" He said to her, or rather, he mumbled.<br/><br/>"Yes," she started as she pulled out her wallet. "Could I please have the small mocha coffee?"<br/><br/>"That'll be $3.75. Anything else?"<br/><br/>Katalina shook her head and handed her debit card over the counter and, when asked, declined her receipt. She went and found an armchair to sit in. Someone would bring her coffee to her when it was ready - something she sort of liked about the place. It wasn't too great for quick coffee stops, but it was nice if you just wanted a place to hang out.<br/><br/>Soon the same uninterested teenager came out with her coffee. Of course it was just her luck that when he reached her, he stumbled and spilled some of her coffee on her.<br/><br/>"OW!" Katalina couldn't help but gasp.<br/><br/>The teenager actually looked apologetic as he set her coffee down on the table next to her and hurried to get some napkins for her. He returned with them and handed them to her, apologized, then went back behind the counter. Katalina glowered at him for a moment before she went about trying to blot out the coffee in her jeans.