[ He's a bit ripped for a nerdy musician, it's true. Then again, it's all still sleek and honed, like steel ropes, and doesn't give his form much volume. ]
[ Keep stroking his ego, too. ]
If it was on menu, nobody could afford it.
[ And here you are, so feel special. He thinks for a moment, then waves the bartender off and slips behind the counter. ]
Let me.
[ Ever tried a real cappuccino/latte/panna? Because he's making one. Whichever is the sweetest. ]
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[ Keep stroking his ego, too. ]
If it was on menu, nobody could afford it.
[ And here you are, so feel special. He thinks for a moment, then waves the bartender off and slips behind the counter. ]
Let me.
[ Ever tried a real cappuccino/latte/panna? Because he's making one.
Whichever is the sweetest.]