The Prince and the Storm Cloud

Another boring day at the coffee shop. Virgil thought to himself from behind the counter. He tugged at his apron and propped his head on his hand, just about to fall asleep when the doors to the shop burst open and the face of a man he had never seen before greeted the coffee shop. "Greetings fellow citizens! You're ravishing Prince of Pretty, Roman Sanders!"

Virgil just groaned at his introduction. Oh, he's going to be one of those guys. He thought to himself as Roman strutted, yes strutted up to the counter. "I take it you're here to take my order?" He said with a self-aggrandizing sneer. Virgil just sighed and nodded.

"Yes, but do try to make it quick I'm ready to go home," the gloomy-gus barista sighed.

"Oh, absolutely I would hate to keep you. I would like a large Chai Tea Latte, 3 Pump, Skim Milk, Lite Water, No Foam, Extra Hot please," he said with a sincere smile. That sickened Virgil even more than that order.

"And the name is that is Ramen correct?" Virgil said, hiding a smile.

The "Prince" was taken aback. "It's Roman you…" he stopped himself before he could say anything to jeopardize his coffee order. Virgil wrote down Ramen on the cup before handing it to his co-worker to make.

"Coming right up Ramen," Virgil said as he took off his apron and went home for the day.