irregular

"My order's a little complicated." The voice lilts through the headset, a low timbre with the oddest ebb and flow of color, like an ocean wave. "Sure you can handle it?"Lumine rolls her eyes. Why did it sound like a challenge? On a coffee order? Karens, they think they've invented the wheel because they substitute oat milk or light ice."I can make anything under the Mondstadt sun," she bristles. "Don't worry about that."The customer's chuckle rings in her ear. She fights the urge to take off her headset and throw it across the cafe.--Lumine has a new least favorite customer.