I race my brother, Brandon, through the back door of mom's bakery to run the cash register during winter vacation.
Brandon serves the customers.
Sand art pictures hang in handmade Koa wood frames.
Cases display cakes, bread pudding, lemon bars, and crème brulee.
Uncle hand makes vanilla cream horns in the back one-by-one to the tunes of Krater 96 and the noisy traffic outside.
A customer asks me to microwave her Portuguese Sausage Roll.
The aroma of gooey, melted cheese and Portuguese sausage wafts around the cafe.
Customers might say one dollar and fifty cents is a lot for one cup of coffee.
Not if you're using a seventeen thousand dollar cappuccino machine!
The fragrance of a freshly brewed cup of coffee is slightly overwhelming.
Fortune strikes while I am working and a customer comes to pick-up a Christmas order.
She pays for it and gives me a twenty dollar tip.
How about that?
