The next day at the cafe they live streamed the whole day.
"Its about endurance now we gotta practice the whole day, keep up the appearance."
Sydney made a weird set up with three cameras. One pointing down toward the coffee, the other pointing toward the barista and the other pointing towards the customer.
"We got thirty on now."
"Where do you see that?"
They both looked at the computer running it all, and in small text down at the bottom they could see a number, it was now thirty-five.
"Woah its going up."
The first customer walked through the door.
"Hope you don't mind, but were doing this live thing."
"Woah thats so cool."
"What can I get started for you?"
"For me just a cortado please."
The customer usually said more but the camera maybe was jarring
Imogen Howe
thought. But she shouldn't care just about one customer, she needed more followers. She checked the number it was fifty now.
"So a cortado is an espresso drink kind of like a latte but with a little bit of bit instead of a lot."
She didn't really know which way to look. The customer just stood their awkwardly.
