You've got to be kidding me. The same cart?
Looks like we both got the memo. Bag of beans in hand.
They both reach for the steam wand at once. A silent standoff.
I was here first. My milk, my protocol.
Protocol? Sounds boring. Let me make something special.
Special? You mean burnt syrup and a doodle? No thanks.
Through the cart window, a familiar face approaches. Your 8 AM regular.
Game on, Maya. Let's see who gets the tip today.