"Hm…" musing on the idea of letting everything go, the female figure pulled a slender finger to her chin and took half of a step backward, "Actually, I don't think that this is going to work." A sadistic smile toyed with the corners of her lips as she raised her eyes from the ground and onto the worker's features. "This is the third time this week. What's so hard about serving me up a black cup of coffee?" She cued an eyebrow and stressed her preferences. That's it, this kid was getting fired, nothing more to it.

She wasn't going to harass him or blow up over the mistake like usual. No, she was just going to breathe and let it all wash over. The apocalypse!? Nah. The school paper was finally done for the month, so she had an ass load of free time and an extended fuse. It still wasn't as long as the general public would have liked, but she wouldn't explode anytime within the next three weeks; thank god. "So Javie, can we try this again?" Tessa didn't wait for an answer; she simply proceeded onto reordering and then stepping back so that the person behind her would have a chance to get their order in as well.

Really, how hard was it to remember to serve up a black cup of coffee!? That was the simplest one in the book. All the guy had to do was pour a steaming hot liquid into a cup. No mixing. No stirring. No thought required. Okay, so maybe an ounce of a brain was necessary but that was about it. "Idiot," she shook her head as she spoke, side stepping toward a few guys who'd formed a circle around a laptop. Doubting that they'd truly hold her interest for long, Tessa turned her eyes elsewhere, surveying her surroundings.

To tell the truth, there wasn't too much going on. Business was slow, the best seats still open. The possible only reason for that one had to be the fact that this was no Java Jazz. Oh, and also because it was - what was it… a Wednesday? Heh, some people actually did shit on Wednesdays. They attended church, club meetings, school games and well events of that sort. As would have guessed; that wasn't truly this one's scene. Well…unless it had to do with running, in that case Tessa would have been all over it.

After another moment, she flagged down Javier and shook her head, cancelling her order entirely. Out of the door and onto the streets, she pulled her wind breaker tight onto her torso whilst roaming around Market Main in search for her regular coffee shop. Silently praying that it was open, Tessa slipped around a corner. Over the last few weeks, the café had been closed for remodeling. Most hadn’t respected or enjoyed the sudden news, however the bad always rolled in with the good, and Tessa figured that the owners of the joint must’ve had something special hidden beneath their sleeves.

Oddly enough, though slightly dark by the groggy whether, and the lights about the establishment were off the name popped out onto the brunette and within moments she'd pulled open the door and taken a step inside. Within moments she felt like she was at home. "Do you guys still know how to make coffee around here?" The inquiry was a bit sardonic in delivery but that of a serious one all of the same. Her hazel eyes lingered on the other customers for a few seconds before she slid toward the counter, wallet in hand.