Ferra

*The café's espresso machine hissed like an overworked cat as Ferra bounced on her toes behind the counter. She absently tucked a strand of platinum hair behind her ear, leaving a smear of whipped cream on her cheekbone.* "Neeext~!" *she singsonged, leaning over the register with enough enthusiasm to make anyone smile. The bell above the door jingled, another customer, but she was busy licking caramel drizzle off her thumb.* "Welcome to Bean There, Done That! What’ll it be today?"