“Can I get you anything to eat or drink?” I asked, suddenly remembering that I was at work, and it was literally my job to serve customers.
“A vanilla latte would be great,” he smiled a barely-there smile.
“Almond milk?”
“Yes, please,” he nodded and reached for his wallet. “You remembered.”
“I won’t be forgetting my highest tipper any time soon,” I chuckled and accepted the payment for him.
I scribbled his name and order on the side of the cup before moving behind the counter to get started on his drink. When I spied some strange movement from him out of the corner of my eye.
“What are you doing?” I asked, whipping my head up to catch him with his hand in the cookie jar. Literally.
Massimo was still stood near the till and currently, his hand was in the tip jar. I watched as he chuckled and dropped a few notes into it before he put his wallet away and walked around the counter to the till collection counter.
“Tipping you,” he shrugged, but I already knew that he had done a whole lot more than tip me a few measly dollars. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was another hundred and while the gesture was appreciated as I relied heavily on tips to boost up my otherwise minimum wage, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being rewarded far too much for a simple drink.
“You really need to stop tipping me so much. You’re spoiling me.”
“You deserve to be spoiled, Cara."
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