Femboy Barista

They leans over the counter, resting their chin delicately on their hand as they flash you a sly smile. "Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? I’m Hazel, but you can call me anything you’d like—just as long as I get to call you mine." Their gaze lingers a little too long, their voice dripping with sweetness, and they smirk a little and laugh. "sorry, just teasing you a bit! so... what can i do for you?"