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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 29, 2012 16:09:22 GMT -5
Entering the coffeehouse, Eduard was determined to get some work done while on a trip to New York. He had been in a few talks to join an independent team to work on a game and was very excited about the prospect. Thus, he was going to have a cup of coffee and draw up some ideas on his trusty computer of course.
Though he really wasn't sure how he had found this coffeehouse out of the many others populating the city. Especially considering the ubiquitous presence of a certain chain of shops in this country. Nonetheless, whatever his reasons, the Estonian felt rather comfortable inside of the shop already. So much so, that he immediately went to the counter to politely order a black coffee. The sooner he could make himself comfortable in this place, the sooner he could get to work.
He took a brief moment at the counter to look around the older place, there was a certain intimacy about it. Something that he knew that a lot of places lacked. It was interesting and warm..one could get lost in whatever they wanted to do for hours in here. Time would simply past by like nothing had happened. As he was starting to get a little lost in his observations, the need for black coffee nagged occasionally to get him back to reality.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 4, 2012 18:41:44 GMT -5
It had been a slow day for the Muller Kafeehaus. The weather had recently taken a turn for the worse and the sky outside was covered by dreary grey clouds. Roderich had made sure to turn the heat up in the morning, warming the coffeehouse noticeably. This probably added to why the customers were very content to stay as long as possible today, that and the smell of baking pastries wafting around the tables. Roderich leaned on the counter, watching to see if he needed to attend to any of the customers under his rimmed spectacles. He himself was dressed warmly; in a knit sweater his mother had decided to send him in the mail (he had sternly scolded her for this waste of money in an email). Unfortunately Roderich had forgotten both his book and iPod while running out the door in the morning, leaving him with no way to spend the time.
The door opened and in came another customer, a male, and went straight to the counter where Roderich was idly eyeing the cash register, wishing he could distract himself. The usual regulars weren’t here so Roderich didn’t have anyone to talk to but the other staff members, who were busy or just unfriendly. The coffeehouse had only 4 other customers at the moment and all of them had been there for longer than two hours at the least. Occasionally one would raise their hand and order more coffee or some sandwich or pastry and provide the Austrian with a small break from his ennui.
“Good afternoon, welcome to the Muller Kafeehaus. What can I get you, sir?” he asked, his English still heavily accented and slower than the psychology student wished it would be. Many times Roderich even had customers ask whether that accent was real, or was it some sort gimmick for the shop. These experiences were infrequent but highly discomforting and Roderich just kept a straight face at that type of questioning. Hopefully this customer wouldn’t be one those instances, although it might be a good break from being bored.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Apr 4, 2012 19:51:39 GMT -5
Eduard was slowly coming to attention once more and the voice greeting him brought him back completely. Surely he had to get used to not zoning out as often. Maybe it was a sign that he had been working too much. Eh, he would get used to that eventually. He was always a bit of an overachiever.Though if he was being honest, a bit was a massive understatement.
"Good afternoon. A black coffee would be good, thank you." He stated exactly what he was needing. He was dressed simply in a white dress shirt with a black tie and dark boot-cut jeans. He didn't feel the need to be overly dressed. At the same time, this wasn't necessarily one of his casual days either. It was middle of the road kind of look for the day. He started to get his wallet out so he could prepare to pay for his drink in advance. At least, he wanted to be ready for how the coffeehouse operated.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 20, 2012 22:46:06 GMT -5
Roderich patiently waited while the customer took his time ordering whatever they wanted to order, checking his watch idly. He could see one other customer rising to leave, leaving the cafe at four customers inside. A slow day indeed. By the time the bell made a sound signaling that the door was opening, the customer had already begun to talk.
Roderich nodded as he heard the request. A simple, strong black coffee. At least he didn't simply ask for "a coffee". The coffee-loving Austrian usually got sore with others for that, not to mention snarky. He couldn't help it; he disliked how ignorant some people were about coffee and coffeehouse protocol. At least the customer, a young nicely-dressed man, added “black” before coffee.
“That’ll be one dollar und fifty cents. I’ll bring you your order, sir. Please take a seat and I’ll be right over with our Schwarzer Special.” He gestured to a comfortable looking table and chair near the window, near a sign that read “Free Wifi”, which was available to all the customers. Some customers expressed surprise at the cheapness of the coffee (although it actually came in a coffee cup) and how everything in the coffeehouse seemed to ask that one stay awhile.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Apr 20, 2012 23:01:38 GMT -5
Eduard gratefully pulled out the correct amount of money and handed it over to the man at the cashier."Thank you," he said with a small grin before going to take his seat at a table near the sign that had said "Free Wifi." For which he would definitely be appreciative. He sat down and made himself comfortable before taking out his computer and starting to get to work. This game engine wouldn't program itself you know.
He was starting to get into his work, and once he was..there was hardly anything one could do to distract him from it. The Estonian was ..in the zone, so to speak. His focus was completely on figuring out the details of the engine. Oh how this would be a lovely contribution to any project that he could use it on. "Yes, this should turn out quite well," he muttered quietly with a small contented grin on his face.
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