'Welcome to Ghost Café, how can I help you?' the blond guy behind the register said in the most monotone and lest excited tone ever. 'Can I have the venti peppermint mocha?' Mikey asked, squinting his eyes to see the menu. The barista rolled his eyes at him, not even pretending to be kind. 'This isn't Starbucks,' he said. 'Small, medium or large?' But Mikey just stared at him in complete silence. He didn't like the attitude, but he'd worked food service before and could understand. And he had the guts not to pretend for the company. He likes that. Or Mikey ends up working at the local cafe and making friends with the quiet barista