Interstitial
Int. Brewed Awakening Café - Day
Annie enters the café. Interior has exposed brick, wood tables, and a glass display with very few items inside. Otherwise,
the interior is void of decoration.
Brewed Awakening is silent and empty, except for a BARISTA, age thirty, standing at the till wearing a white shirt and green
apron, and a MAN, age thirty-five, wearing jeans and a black collared shirt with sleeves rolled to his forearms. He has stubble
on his cheeks and dark rings under his eyes. He is seated in the back on a laptop and does not look up when Annie enters.
Annie approaches the counter to order.
ANNIE
Hello, and Merry Christmas!
Can I have two pumpkin spice
lattes with lots of nutmeg, please.
BARISTA
Oh, I’m sorry, we don’t have any of
that. I can make you a regular latte,
though.
ANNIE
It’s Christmas and you don’t have
pumpkin spice? What about peppermint?
BARISTA
No, sorry. If it were me, I’d stock
those things, but my boss, James over
there, refuses.
Barista nods over her shoulder to the man seated in the back, ignoring them while staring at his computer.
ANNIE
Is he also the reason there’s no
Christmas cheer in here?
BARISTA
Yeah, he doesn’t do Christmas
decorations.
ANNIE
Seems like someone needs a little
Christmas spirit.
BARISTA
I think you might be right. But you
didn’t hear it from me.
ANNIE
Of course. I wouldn’t want you getting
in trouble. I’ll take two regular
lattes, please.