[Deka Hurent]

It's his favorite café, honestly- it deserves better than his soggy wet ass making a mess all over the place.
It started out okay. He was outside- one hand fisted around two leashes for a pair of massive dogs- and all cozied up in his jacket to keep the rain off. And that was fine- but then a bus went by and water went up and over the sidewalk, and one dog bolted one way and the other dodged to the other-- and long story short, Deka was left on his butt on the concrete, completely soaked to the bone.
There wasn't anything to do after that, really, except to get up, collect the dogs- one of them had found a mud puddle and was rolling in it, the lucky pup- and make sure they stayed in one spot. By the end of it, he was thoroughly soaked and just so absolutely muddy. Just dripping in the stuff. He'd be cleaner if he'd rolled around in the puddle.
So here he was, dripping on the rug with an apologetic grimace on his face. "Hey, um," Deka squinted at the barista and her name tag. That said Felicity Everette, right? "Hey, F-felicity? That's your name, right?" That was probably what that said. "Do you have some towels or, or something? I don’t wanna get the floors dirty or anything."

[Felicity Everette]

Felicity had already taken a few trips to her walk-in cooler to vent her frustrations today. The rain just had her on edge, she’d already caused a minor power surge when getting things started in the kitchen this morning and she was afraid she might have shorted out the motor in her industrial sized mixer. But thankfully, it had simply just needed a minute. The rest of the day she found herself passing off the register and counter duties to one of the other girls so she could simply focus on cleaning.

Cleaning meant she didn’t have to touch anything that could potentially short out, and it gave her an excuse to wear those goofy rubber gloves that went damn near to her elbows. But she didn’t mind, she was here to work; not win a beauty contest.

She had just been about ready to begin sweeping, when she glanced up at the guy who stepped inside, and looked in dire need of some towels. She was glad the guys had reminded her of the weather and she’d placed out the slip resistant rug at the door, even so she’d be doing some additional cleaning of the floors due to this weather. He asked about her name and she gave a soft nod, an apologetic smile taking to her lips as she set the broom down.

“Oh, of course! Give me just a minute.” She said softly as she walked toward the back for two minutes before returning. Blonde hair secured in a ponytail swayed with her movement as she offered him two towels. “One to dry off with, and this one has some warm water to help wash off any stubborn dirt… and don’t worry about the floors, they get cleaned many times during weather like this.” She smiled warmly, before raising a brow. “Can I get you something to drink, to help warm you up?”

[Deka Hurent]

    "Thanks," Deka sighed as he took the towels. His hair was dripping all over into his face and making things worse as he tried to dry himself up. It wasn't really working. "I, um," A warm drink would be nice. "If that's okay? I can, uh. Pay for… it?" His wallet is missing. How is his wallet missing? Deka groaned; he had definitely left it on the counter at the dog owners' house. "Sorry, Felicity Everette , I'm making a mess and I don't even have my wallet."
    Deka toweled his hair, wincing as he tugged on his curls. The towel was soaked before he knew it and chill was starting to seep into his skin. He was so thankful for the warm towel, even if it did leave him shivering. His clothes weren't helping anything either; they caught the cold and he was starting to feel clammy.
    "Do you have," his voice hushed and Deka's face started to burn. "… do you have any extra clothes I could. Could wear?" His shirt was sticking to his skin and his jacket wasn't helping anything either. He probably looked super intimidating, cuz he was basically all tall, imposing, hard muscle. He didn't wanna scare off the nice barista. She was kinda cute.

[Felicity Everette]

“No problem.” Felicity offered a soft smile as she quirked a brow, shaking her head quickly and holding up a hand. Clearly he was having a rough day, and the least she could do would be to not add to the downside of his day. “Hey, don’t even worry about that. Rain always means a little extra cleaning. And as for the drink, it’s on the house.” She insisted with a firm nod and offered that friendly sweet as sugar smile.

Felicity tapped her chin thoughtfully at the question as she took in the sight of the man. He was much too tall for anything she might have had, but thankfully she had some strapping men who worked the donut fryer for her. She’d be lying if she denied taking her time letting her eyes travel up his torso. He was quite muscular. Why this made her bite her bottom lip, it could only be chalked up to her forgetting for the moment that she was on the clock at work in her own bakery for the moment. She cleared her throat as she straightened up and stepped back around the counter.

“Why don’t you take a seat while I check with the guys in the back?” And with that, Felicity gave another nod and sought out the filing cabinet in her office that held the staff’s personal items. And sure enough; she found a pair of grey sweat pants and a black t-shirt that would likely be a touch form fitting on the man. But at least it was dry.

“I think these might work.” Felicity said with a hopefully grin as she returned to the front with the items and held them out to the man. “What can I make you to drink while you get changed?”

[Deka Hurent]

      "Thanks," Deka said with very evident and obvious relief as he took the clothes. Gods, the shirt barely looked like it'd fit him. Like too-tight-around-the-everything small, and the pants would probably definitely rip if he tried to bend down. "Can I have." Deka squinted at the board. What did the sign say??? The font was all squiggly and he couldn't really make the letters out.
      "Uh, is there. Juice….?" Hot juice. Hot apples. "Cider…?" Ugh, this wasn't going particularly well. He didn't do coffee- something about it made his stomach so upset, and honestly, he didn't really understand matcha. "Or, or maybe just some hot water?" Deka laughed nervously. "Can you maybe surprise me? I don't really order from cafes much and," he flushed red, looking away a little as he rubs his hair dry. "Ican'tseethemenufromhere," he mutters quickly.
      Hurriedly, like maybe she wouldn't notice the fumbling around- dear god he hopes she didn't notice- "Can you-" Deka turned redder, somehow. "I don't wanna. Change in front of everyone. Can you tell me where the- the bathroom is?"