<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Exiting the bathroom, Lacey, walked back toward the front area, drying her hands on a paper towel and slipping behind the counter to throw it away. Her long, dark, curly hair was pulled into a high ponytail, crowned by the shop's company visor to keep any loose hair from getting into any food. The visor covered her hazel eyes as she reentered herself into the register to clock back into work after her brief, 15 minute, break. Her attire was similar to Jason, though the pants and freshly pressed shirt were much tighter fitting, showing off her curves. Her shirt, however, was a button down which threatened to pop open at any wrong move. Scanning the area, she saw a few new faces had arrived into cafe. One in particular, she noticed, a young lady speaking with her fellow coworker, Jason. Her gaze shifted back to her hands as she busied herself, cleaning cookie crumbs and an accidental spill, someone didn't clean up, from their main counter. Once finished, she grabbed a towel that was hanging behind the counter and wet it in the sink. Her sighed softly to herself, remembering that she still had a few hours left before being able to head home and cuddle up with her favorite four-legged friend with a warm cup of hot cocoa. <br/><br/>Lacey rang out the towel of hot water and left to clean and bus other tables. As she walked by, she spoke cheerily to the female and nodded to Jason, supplying him with a wink. "Hello ma'am." She voiced as she continued breezing on by, remembering to greet any new customers since it was their policy and showed good customer service. She would have asked if everything was to the woman's satisfaction but it seemed Jason had it handled. Lacey continued on her way, moving two tables down, to one that was empty, and began wiping it down for the next customer.</span>