"Oh, you're on shift again?" A squeak-like voice emerged from behind the ‘staff only’ door a few feet away from where Becca stood, hands wrapped around a porcelain mug and a jug of warmed milk. Becca nodded and hummed absentmindedly in response, eyes glued to the drink in her hands, too focused on the small flower design she had now created in the froth. Only when it was done did she look up to be...