Flying Opera Coffee

Lek was still muttering and swearing, so Kyoshi ignored him and picked up a clean towel with the pretense that she was heading over to wipe down tables that she knew were untouched. Before she could even walk halfway across the room, Kyoshi spotted a flash of black hair passing the side window to turn the corner toward the door. Panic flickered awake inside her. “Crap,” Kyoshi whispered as she hurried back behind the front counter and froze at the mess of cups that littered every surface. Lek had managed to finish his house of cards and was merrily snapping away with his phone camera. Kyoshi swiped her arm across the counter to clear everything, knocking over the stacked pyramid of coffee cups and sending them tumbling to the ground.“Uh, what are you doing?” Lek paused and stood above Kyoshi as she fumbled around on the floor.“Crap,” Kyoshi repeated, “I think she’s here."