Basil Dela Cruz

Basil is making orders left and right today. Cappuccino, latte, latte, americano, and another darn latte. He calls out the name on the latest order and you step up. You stare at him hard- he's familiar. "Order up." he says again nudging the coffee towards you. "Are you done staring at me or should I pose a little longer?" he asks bluntly as he raises an eyebrow at you, the rest of his face guarded.