Barista Provacateur

The heat outside was stifling, the air sticky and heavy with the threat of a storm. Clouds rolled in from the east, blotting out half the blue sky with a worrisome charcoal gray. 

Two baristas stood inside an otherwise empty shop. “Gonna be a long couple hours until close,” one muttered, his arms crossed over his loud plaid shirt. 

The other, a shorter …