#coffee shop point-of-sale system

[eatossolutions]

Smart Solutions: Leveraging AI Coffee Shop Point of Sale Systems for Success

In the hustle and bustle of a coffee shop, efficiency, customer experience, and profitability are on the minds of every entrepreneur. A suitable coffee shop point-of-sale system might make all the difference. Artificial Intelligence could take it to new heights in operations. 

This article provides insights into how AI in the coffee shop point-of-sale system fuels success and smoothes processes to increase sales.

The Need for a Robust Coffee Shop Point of Sale 

Streamlining Operations

The coffee shop point of sale system is where everything happens in your business processes. From processing every transaction to keeping records of sales, managing inventory, and generating reports whenever called upon, the system is indispensable. Therefore, with a robust point-of-sale system, everything will be going in the right direction, and you will have time to concentrate on serving customers better.

Enhanced Customer Experience

The right point of sale can bring a lot of improvement to customer experience. Mobile ordering, contactless payments, and loyalty programs all facilitate how customers order from and are rewarded by a business to inspire customer loyalty and repeat business.

Integrating Artificial Intelligence into Your Coffee Shop point of sale 

What is AI Integration?

AI integration is the incorporation of artificial intelligence technologies into your point-of-sale system for automation, analysis, and insight generation. This may further entail machine learning algorithms, natural language processing, and predictive analytics.

Benefits of AI Integration

There are so many benefits associated with the integration of AI. These advantages include improved efficiency, better decision-making, and personalized customer experience. You can leverage AI to streamline operations, inventory management, and customer engagement.

Increase Sales with AI-driven point of sale Systems: Tailor-made Marketing

AI can make sense of all that customer data in creating personalized marketing campaigns. Further, with a better understanding of your customer's preferences and buying habits, you'll be able to share any promotions and offers driving repeat business. For example, an AI-driven point-of-sale system will recognize loyal customers and either automatically apply discounts or suggest complementary items related to what they ordered before. 

Dynamic Pricing Strategies

Now, AI can be used to generate price dynamism to ensure maximum returns. With factors such as demand, competitor pricing, and time of day, AI will adjust prices in real time for optimum sales. For example, you would reduce your prices during off-peak hours to attract more customers and raise them during peak hours when demand is high.

Optimize Menu Offerings

Integrate AI with your coffee shop point of sale to leverage the sales data and know what works and what doesn't in the menu. That information will help you make informed decisions regarding menu engineering: emphasis on high-margin items, killing dishes that aren't moving very well, and introducing new ones in areas customer preferences indicate will be big movers.

Streamlining with AI in Operations

Automated Inventory Management

AI-driven point-of-sale systems can support automatic inventory management in terms of predictions of stock needs about sales data. This way, you are always sure to have the required stock at your fingertips, avoiding losses and stockouts. You could get automated alerts when inventory levels run low, so you are prompted to reorder.

Scheduling Staff Effectively

Another way AI can create efficient staff scheduling is by assessing customer traffic patterns and comparing them with sales data. You have the right people in the right numbers at peak hours without ever over-staffing during your slow periods. In this way, effective scheduling does not just keep labor costs at bay; it also impacts employee satisfaction and productivity.

Real-time Analytics and Reporting

AI-powered point-of-sale systems provide real-time insights into sales trends, customer behavior, and operational performance, leveraging advanced analytics and reporting. Out of these, you would be able to drive informed decisions, spot opportunities for improvement, and track progress toward set goals in business.

Improving Customer Experience with AI

Personalized Recommendations

AI can facilitate raising the customer experience by ensuring that customers get tailor-made recommendations based on their past purchases and preferences. This might include new menu items or suggestions for loyalty rewards, special promotions in campaigns, etc. Customers tend to feel valued with personalized recommendations, therefore increasing the chances of revisiting.

Order Processing Seamlessly

AI-driven point-of-sale systems speed up order processing, reducing the waiting time to near zero with minimized errors. Customers ordering at very high speeds is a feature of mobile ordering and self-service kiosks. This enhances customer experience while freeing the staff for other responsibilities.

Loyalty Programs

It can also be used in creating loyalty programs whereby data of customers is analyzed and trends, as well as preferences, looked for. That way, you will have personalized rewards that your customers love and ensure repeated businesses out of loyalty.

Conclusion: Embrace AI for Coffee Shop Success.

With the help of AI, success in the competitive coffee shop industry may be grasped by driving, streamlining operations, and boosting sales at the point of sale. Integrate the AI-driven solution in personalizing customer experience, inventory management, and dynamic pricing strategies to result in a more efficient, more profitable, and more customer-centric business.

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[prathampos]

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Crumb Together

Prompt Day 27: Coffee Shop AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Platonic Stobin, Coffee Shop/Bakery AU, Fluff, Steve POV

Steve is carefully filling the bakery case. He's been here since three a.m., and it's still a half-hour until opening, but at least he's on time and not behind schedule for once. 

"Hey dingus, do we need more muffins?" Robin hollers, banging through the double-doors from the back to the front. 

"No, I have enough, thanks so much," he snaps. He's snippy this morning, pretty mad she ever talked him into this whole coffee shop scheme. Sure, they're retail pros, but small business owners? He should have said no fucking way. But she was excited, and he wanted her to be happy. That’s always his downfall.

He's definitely re-thinking that now that they’ve completely lost their social lives by keeping these insane working and sleeping schedules. They only see each other, which isn't the worst thing in the world, other than the fact that he doesn't know the last time he's touched boobies. Or dick. He's not picky. 

He needs to get laid, and he can’t do that stuck inside this coffee shop slash bakery hell with his best friend.

He's about to turn and sass her, when someone taps on the front door and he jumps, throwing a chocolate muffin up into the air, fumbling it around, before finally regaining control. 

He didn't drop it, but it looks a little worse for wear. He can't sell it like this. 

Well, fuck.

If he was a hired hand, he'd ignore the annoying tapper until the official opening time. Which is twenty-nine minutes from now. But as the owner, he puts down his tray and walks towards the door. They could use the paying customer, even if they’ve shown up way too early, like a rude asshole.

He looks, but he can't see anyone out there in the dark. Maybe he should ignore it.

He doesn't, instead he unlocks the door, and there's a guy standing there. 

"Hey, nice catch," the guy says, smiling. 

Steve forces a smile in return, "How can I help you?" 

"I know you're not open yet, but I saw you in there juggling the muffins, and I'm on my way out of town and really need a cup of coffee. My coffee maker decided this was the morning to croak," he says, slashing his whole hand across his neck, making a throat-slitting motion. 

He's rambling, like Robin.

Steve finds it a little cuter on him, than he does when Robin does it at this ungodly hour. 

Steve sighs, and opens the door wider to let him inside, "You just want black coffee?" 

"Please," the guy says. 

"I'll have to brew it. It'll just take a minute." 

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver," he says, and Steve can see that he's looking at Steve's chest, looking for a name tag. But Steve's not wearing one. Because as the owner, he finally doesn't have to. 

Robin is booting up the point-of-sale system, "Black coffee?" she repeats. 

The guy nods. 

"For?" 

"Eddie," the guy answers. 

"Good thing you asked him, I'd never know who to hand it to," Steve snarks at Robin, starting the coffee machine.

Eddie laughs.

Robin doesn't.

When it's done, Steve places the cup on the counter, and Robin immediately picks it up and writes Eddie's name on it. 

Which, that's stupid. They all know it's Eddie's coffee. Then, Robin sacks up the slightly banged up muffin and hands it to Eddie.

"You scared him and caused him to squish it. So, it's yours. On the house!" she says, far too chipper for this time of morning. 

"Thanks, I'll try to drop by and scare him more often," Eddie says, reading his name on his cup, grinning. Then Eddie slides a ten dollar bill across the counter, waving off his change. 

As soon as the bell on the door jangles, signaling Eddie's departure, Robin turns and slaps Steve on the arm. 

"What the hell? That cute boy wanted to flirt, and you totally dropped the ball, dingus!" 

Steve scrunches up his forehead, "Huh?"

Robin just shakes her head, annoyed, and heads back towards the kitchen.

Is Steve so rusty that he missed flirting? Goddamnit. 

Steve has just turned the front door lock, and flipped the sign to closed, when he hears his cell phone ringing somewhere in the distance. He follows the sound, and when he picks it up, it's a number he doesn't recognize. Great. More telemarketer bullshit. 

He goes to swipe the decline button, when Robin shouts, "You better get that!"

He looks back at his phone and cautiously accepts the call, not knowing what the hell she's done now.

"Hello?"

"Is this Steve? From the coffee shop?"

"Yeah, this is Steve," Steve says, suspicious. He has no idea who he's talking to.

"Good, good. This is Eddie. From this morning. The coffee jerk that made you open early."

"Oh, uh, okay. Um…"

"How did I get this number?" Eddie asks, laughing.

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking," Steve admits.

"Well, somehow it ended up written on my coffee cup this morning, with your name and a time to call."

Steve shakes his head, Robin is such an asshole, but Steve smiles.

"Well, I'm not sure how that happened," Steve says, teasing back. Flirting. 

"Big mystery," Eddie teases, "but since I've got you on the phone, would you like to grab dinner or drinks. Coffee?"

"No coffee," Steve laughs, "but yes. To the other two, for sure. But be forewarned, I eat really early. Like an old person. Early bird specials are my jam. And I go to bed by nine. Eight-thirty if I can get away with it. I gotta be here by three to get ready to open this place."

He's learned to get that info out of the way, early. 

"Well, that sounds perfect. I get up at four to get to my jobsite. I'm in construction," Eddie says.

Steve smiles, it's been a while since anyone has understood his schedule.

"So, dinner? Four-thirty or five?" Eddie asks, and Steve laughs.

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[imjeralee]

hi! ♥ i would like to request hc's or a prompt for how Nanami be would be as a co-worker - lover/husband! He's just the perfect partner! You may feel free to approach it however you like but in case you need a little more specifics...how would Nanami subtly show interest in you at work, how would he ask you out, and how would a domestic life with him look like. Ofc, if its too long, I'll be happy with whichever you choose to work with. Thank you so much! I hope you have fun!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the request. I tried to incorporate as much as I can but I feel like this has the capacity for more, so I guess this is To be continued lol.

Please see below!

Nanami is the no-nonsense, straight-laced, strict-faced coworker at work who has a perfect attendance record and every secretary has a crush on him and deliberately make excuses to go to the pantry whenever he is there just to ‘conveniently’ stumble across him but they’ll just discover that he’ll exchange a few short words with them before returning to his desk.

He’s really formal with you too, polite and right to the point. You probably wouldn’t want to stumble in his presence with your words but just because he’s stoic doesn’t mean he is unkind

He’s the coworker who leaves late at night but turns up earlier than everyone else in the morning. His work ethic is insane. He’s the model, loyal employee of the company!

But you also feel like he’s hiding a secretly sexy side of him too (you often catch yourself daydreaming of him loosening his tie, slicking his hair back with his hand, sweeping all the things off his desk before he throws you on top of it and making out)

You can definitely depend on him to get help and get your work done on time if you're really struggling

If he was interested in you, you’d notice that he’d help you more compared to anyone else - even if you didn't need help

He’d pass by your desk often and you’ll talk. I don’t think Nanami is the kind for small talk, but when he talks, it will be something important so you’ll have these conversations which are meaningful and you’ll find out more about him and he will find out more about you *coughshortinformalmarriageinterviewcough*

He would ask you out without you even realizing/thinking about it. It could be something work related but it’ll just be the two of you - something special which you have with each other and no-one else, like heading downstairs during your break times to check out what's for sale in the company's cafeteria or the new bakery that opened across the street, or to buy coffee together. It becomes a routine and then he will ask if you’re free during the weekend to go out

He would straight up tell you what his opinion of you is, and that he thinks a marriage with you would be the most logical thing to do in order to survive in this system of capitalism and with your combined salaries you can definitely sustain a small one-bedroom flat together and comfortably live within your means despite the rising costs of living as long as you don’t go on any unplanned holidays that’s over budget

Domestic life with Nanami would be pretty neat - literally. Ratio daddy is a clean freak and does not like messes. Don’t be a slob and you’ll be fine

On weekends, you do grocery shopping together. Nanami will carry the bigger/heavier bag. Always.

I feel like he is a minimalist for some reason… your home will be simple, zen, spacious with walls of light colors such as white, ochre, ivory.

He is really caring and a darn good husbando, expect breakfast in bed and if you’re tired or your back hurts, he’ll make you coffee and/or offer to give you a massage. Nanami treats those he cares for with utmost respect

He also wouldn’t mind cooking dinner but will try to wean you off getting takeout

When you’re both finished work and come home, you’d both snuggle on the couch in front of the TV with Nanami’s arm around your shoulder as you sleep with your head on his shoulder. He’ll be considerate and keep quiet then carry you to the room

As you both rush for work in the morning, he’ll fuss and preen over you for a few moments before heading out.

[techsarah]

The Unexpectedly Cool Life of a POS Machine

Hey, Tumblr fam! 👋

Let’s talk about something that sounds totally boring but is actually cooler than your last smartphone: POS machine!

Yeah, you heard me right. Point of Sale machines. Those things you swipe your card on when you’re buying that extra latte you swore you didn’t need. ☕💳

💡 Why POS Machines Are Basically the Superheroes of Retail

Once upon a time, they were just cash registers. Ding! Cha-ching! Boring. But these days? Oh, they’re practically running the world (of retail). I mean, they know more about your shopping habits than your mom. 😅

Fun Fact #1: That POS system you just used? It also knows how many people before you bought the same overpriced latte. It’s keeping tabs on us all—creepy, but efficient!

Fun Fact #2: POS systems are so smart now, they could probably predict the exact moment you’ll cave and buy those impulse items at checkout. They’ve mastered the art of “Oh, just one more thing...” 🎯

🚀 The Modern POS System: Retail’s Batman

In today’s world, a POS system isn’t just for swiping cards and printing receipts. Oh no, now it’s helping businesses manage their entire life. It’s like Batman—except instead of Gotham, it’s protecting store owners from inventory nightmares and sad spreadsheets. Here’s what they do:

Inventory Guru: That shirt you wanted in blue? POS systems knew it’d sell out before you did. 🧐

Customer Detective: It remembers your coffee order from last week—how did it know you’d come back after saying you’d “never set foot in this place again”?

Ultimate Multitasker: These systems are basically running the show while everyone else is on a lunch break. Where’s their Employee of the Month award?!

The Future: Will POS Systems Rule the World?

Honestly, it’s possible. With the way things are going, your favorite cafe’s POS machine might know you better than your barista. 😆 Next time you pay for something, give that little POS screen a nod of appreciation. You never know, it might be the beginning of a beautiful, tech-driven friendship.

Stay tuned, I’ve got more ridiculous tech musings coming your way! And if your POS machine starts making jokes back at you, don’t say I didn’t warn you. 😜

[tozettastone]

Soup fic

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"Hello Shop Girl-san!" called a voice from the counter above. Fingers rapped on the wood over her head.

Monica emerged, red-eyed from the dust under the bench, with a stack of supplier invoices and receipts of payment in hand. She could feel that the bandana she used to keep her hair covered and in line was lopsided on her head.

She used to get things done on a computer: a sleek little tablet that could fit inside an envelope. There was a point of sale system she connected via a single USB-c cable.

The elemental nations did not have point of sale systems or cute little tablets. They barely had books—the people here loved their scrolls, for some reason.

Her customer was a tall, dark-haired fellow in an orange mask that obscured his face and clashed magnificently with the red clouds on his clothes.

"Hi there," she said brightly.

Monica thought he had serious major character vibes, and hoped that somewhere in this stack of receipts was the one from having paid her shop's insurance. The ninja clause was paper thin, but it was in there.

"Ne, sister, is it really okay to be taking a nap down there during business hours?" her customer wondered. He had an incredibly exaggerated voice and a childish way of speaking. Major-major character vibes.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she said. The change of light from the dimness under the register to the bright sunlight through the shop windows struck Monica, then. She tried very hard not to sneeze. "I was looking for pape—um, paperwork..."

No, she was losing that battle. She held up one finger "Scu—scuse me..." And then she turned her head away to unleash an almighty sneeze into her arm. "I didn't hear you come in," she said, again. "You ninja are all so quiet."

Ninja were the only people on the planet who would intentionally bypass the bell over her door and then get mad that she didn't magically notice their presence when they actually wanted her. (A lot of things were different when you accidentally switched planets into a cartoon. But customer service was pretty identical... unfortunately.)

The mask, and its rim of dark hair, tilted.

"Is that so...?" He tapped the chin of the mask like he was giving it really serious consideration.

Monica bowed a little. Couldn't hurt. The people here loved their bowing, too, but they were much better at judging how deep and for how long to bow than she was. "What can I help you with, Shinobi-san?"

He thumped his hand into his palm like a little hammer. "I'm looking for your super extra mega special supreme lunch soup!"

"Eh?" Monica blinked. "My what?"

"Your super extra mega special supreme lunch s—"

"Ah, yes, yes, I heard you... But I don't sell anything called that. It's just what you see here, Shinobi-san." She gestured to her display case, which was where she kept the home cooked food.

There were some things in there that were "different," by local standards. Sweets here trended in the direction of fruit or coffee jellies, mochi, things with soft rice flour and red bean pastes or sweet buns. Sometimes they had fancy light cheese cakes, or very occasionally, chocolates. Some of those things were available on the shelves, like the sugar crusted melon bread in its individual plastic wrappers, but Monica had not the first idea how to make them.

She watched the ninja as he made a grand show of bending over and examining the case. Today the dishes she was offering were only two: a savoury meat pie, which was made with a hot water crust pastry, slow cooked beef, root vegetables and mushrooms, and a sweet dessert she made with paper-thin layered pastry, walnuts smashed to a paste, and honey. She'd labelled them "savoury meat pie," and "sweet pastry (contains nuts)" so it wasn't going to take the ninja more than two seconds to recognise that neither was "super extra mega special supreme lunch soup."

He took about a minute, peering at one and whirling to bend over and examine the other, cloak fluttering.

Monica had seen that cloak before, on several people. Some of them gave her major character vibes, but some were utterly unremarkable. That big guy with the pencil moustache? She'd seen him once and he'd looked barely filled in: mid-tone skin, a red nose, colourless grey hair...

That was the other thing about living in an animated world. Most people had bland clothes and indistinct designs, and most of them were pretty uniform. There was none of the natural variation of the real world: everyone was of the same builds, the same hair styles in the same brown hair, the same clothing. Except major characters. Major characters were distinct. They all had something: weird clothes, brightly coloured hair or eyes—or even a silhouette that was totally unique. Something that would stand out on the page or the screen.

Which brought Monica back to this ninja. The cloak was one she'd seen before, but they mask and the fluffy dark hair were both crisp and decided. He stuck out.

In her old life, Monica had never really thought she was missing out when she'd given up on a long anime. But... she wished she'd watched more, now that she lived in it.

"These aren't soup!" he decided eventually. It took some time.

"I know," said Monica patiently. She didn't think she'd ever sold a soup—she made soups out of leftover vegetables and misshapen roots from the garden. They weren't pretty enough to sell to paying customers. She'd occasionally given a beggar or an orphan a cup for free, or any particularly unfortunate looking person who wandered into her store, but she didn't see how this man could have ended up with one of those. Whatever organisation employed ninja in those big cloaks, she doubted they were strapped for cash.

...she didn't have any right now anyway.

"Do you want me to put the pie filling in a cup? That's kind of a stew." A very thick stew.

He turned to look at her very, very intently. Then he stuck his butt out and began wiggling like a happy puppy. For... Some reason. "That would be so kind of you, sister."

She left him exclaiming over shelf-stable mochi while she went into her back room. It was also her kitchen. There was a tiny bedroom above it, so the heat from her cooking rose and kept it tolerably warm all autumn. Monica had lived in worse places. Especially here.

In the kitchen she thinned a serve of pie filling—which had to stew before she could bake it into a case anyway—with extra vegetable broth, stirred it up and decanted it into a broad paper cup.

Whatever Mr Major Character Vibes had come for, he left with his cup of soup, looking extremely pleased with himself—in as much as someone whose entire face was mask could be pleased.

Monica was just relieved that she'd gotten him out of her shop. She went back to trying to find her butcher's receipt for last month, interrupted only by other sales to much more mundane people—two small, gap-toothed children sent on an errand to buy beer and dried fish, an elderly lady who needed bleach, a burly guy who came looking for a pot in which to cook rice and pretended he was so incompetent about cooking that he couldn't figure out which to pick.

She finally found the receipt at about three, which was when a harried grandmother herded five children into her shop and asked for pies and sweets for all of them.

"I like your hair, sister," said the smallest girl when Monica handed her a folded cardboard box full of pie.

"Thanks," said Monica. She raised her hands to her head and realised her hair was escaping her bandana. "Oops. I'd better fix that, huh?"

The girl smiled at her through a mouthful of meat and gravy.

Once she saw the grandmother and her kids out Monica tucked her hair away again. It was a strange irony that, while in her regular life, she'd never even thought to dye her hair from its natural dark brown, now that she too was animated, her hair had turned out to be a mass of thick, dark red curls.

And yeah. Monica knew what that meant.

[be-co-me]

Party Foul

Terushima Yuuji

A/N: I've had this in the works for two years now! I decided to finish it off tonight and will edit it later. Thank you all for being patient with me as I do write slowly. I have a LOT of things going on in my life between work and college, so I appreciate the patience!

5.6k Words

Summary: You meet the life of the party at your mundane coffee shop job on campus. You get invited to a party that takes an awry turn.

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Your morning job at the most popular coffee house on campus proved useful as you needed money for your small time volleyball club, the money now going towards club tee shirts for rush week. The men's team was one of the most watched on campus, gaining trophy after trophy while your club hid in the shadows. It was a small time club, co-gendered, for the outcasts that couldn't be on a team and the men who didn't make it into the big leagues.

Your shift usually went from 6am to 12pm, and then you went to whatever classes the day brought on; volleyball club, and then home to binge watch whatever show sounded appealing at the time. Today was one of those busy days and hopefully tonight when you showed up to club, you'd be lucky enough to have a few more applicants. As of now there weren't very many people.

The morning shift was usually extremely slow. You served around ten people an hour, giving you time to slave away over your colossal amount of homework, occasionally serving coffees, teas, and pastries to sleep hungry patrons.

You were finally able to reserve the courts for your club to play. Usually the men's team ended up being deemed more important as their many upcoming tournaments required much more practice than usual, resulting in your club being kicked off of the court, late notice. Today you hadn't heard from the men's team's manager, therefore club tonight was still a go.

You leaned slackly onto the counter, daydreaming into your textbook, trying to finish whatever homework you could as early as possible. You'd like to think of yourself as a model student, a 3.75 GPA, only tainted by one extra credit assignment not submitted by your teacher in time, a last ditch effort to turn a B into an A. You were getting a master's degree, told that once you got your bachelor's, if you did well enough, they would pay for your master's degree and land you a job while you attended school.

A patient cough led you out of your daydreaming and you eyed the culprit in alarm.

"Sorry! Got kind of distracted there." you said possibly a little too loud, a nervous smile creeping its way onto your face.

"That's alright! We've all gotta find some time to do our homework anywhere that we can." he responded, a nervous smile laid across his lips as well, long fingers rubbing the back of his neck.

"Isn't that the truth? Anyways, what can I get for ya?" you asked, positioning yourself in front of the small outdated iPad deemed worthy of becoming a point of sales system.

He eyed the menu, seemingly wanting to stray from his usual order. After a few seconds of eyeing the menu, his eyes met yours.

"Um, I guess I'll have a cold brew please. And could you add some vanilla? And also oat milk instead of whole. Not a huge fan of milk." he said, a small laugh filling the otherwise silent air. His fingers continued brushing through to his hair.

"I'm not too big a fan of regular milk either. Oat milk is the best choice! Anything else for today?" you asked. His eyes, again, met yours for a few seconds, then glanced back to the menu. Your eyes lingered on his face, his attractiveness only now beginning to make itself known to you. His tongue peeked out between his lips, his tongue piercing making itself known as it clinked against his teeth. The feeling of butterflies began to pool warmly into your stomach.

His eyes met yours once again, his lips pursed almost as if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he had wanted to. It seemed he had finally decided to do so when his mouth opened again.

"Have you had a coffee yet? Or tea? It's quite early and you seem like you could use it." he said, hand removed from his hair, a long finger pointing towards your battered textbook.

Your eyes followed where he was pointing, meeting your textbook, before looking into his nervous ones again.

"I haven't yet, but I could always get one before heading off to class." you replied, waving off his question. Was he going to buy you one? He didn't have to do that. You could always make the excuse that you got them for free, so he didn't have to buy you one, but if your boss saw you taking a coffee, he would surely have an aneurysm. Then again, a hot stranger buying you coffee wasn't the worst your previously uneventful morning could go...

"Let me buy you one. I'm sure you could use it after working and also having class. It's my good deed of the day." he responded. Well... you'd be silly to not take him up on his offer. You responded with a nod.

"What would you like to get for me?" you asked. You didn't want to order your usual drink, while quite cheap and tasty, his drink of choice was a bit cheaper than your own. You wouldn't want to seem like you're high balling a coffee off of him. Especially after you've only just met.

"Get your usual. I'm sure you have one if you're working here." he responded, pointing around the coffee shop. You nodded, entering in your usual order, he insisted after all, also with an oat milk substitute.

"1468.36¥ please. (10.56 USD)" you said. He pushed a debit card across the counter and you picked it up, sliding it.

"Don't worry about the tip or anything. Just sign for me." you stated, turning around to make the coffees. You put extra attention into his own, more than the usual customer would get. You heard the small printer print it's usual slip of paper and he ripped it off, shoving it into his jacket pocket. Your poor attempt at "latte" art on the top of his coffee showed your attention and you slid it across the counter to him with the lid off so he could admire your work.

"Not too bad. I haven't had any art on my coffees yet, especially with the cold foam on top of the cold brew. I'd imagine that's pretty hard to do." he said.

"Yeah. It's a little difficult. A lot of popular coffee shops says it isn't possible, but you never know until you try." you said, the atmosphere's tension seeming to ease as your conversation went on. You exchanged a few more brief words with him before he eyed his watch, nearing 8:00, he shortened his goodbyes as he began his hasty rush to class, a "see you again" mixed into his sentence. You smiled.

Your eyes met the iPad he had signed on to see quite a hefty tip for a couple of coffees and a bit of guilt pooled into your stomach. You hadn't forced him to, even told him not to leave a tip, yet he had anyways. You smiled even wider, exiting out of the system before your eyes met your textbook once again, finishing off your reading assignment before your first class, sipping on your sloppily made coffee that you didn't put near as much attention into.

...

It was in your third class of the day, a large lecture hall full of people wishing they weren't forced to take a general biology course. You saw a blonde mop of hair, sipping on a coffee from the coffee shop, who looked eerily similar to the boy you had met this morning. Once he turned his head to ease into conversation with the boy next to him did you see it was, in fact, him. He was now rid of the jacket and scarf he had been wearing earlier in the morning.

You were sure you would have noticed someone like him before in class. You tended to sit in the back and observe. No heads could block your view of the board due to the raised level of your seat in the lecture hall, even if you did have to squint your eyes slightly to see the words.

His head cocked back to look behind him briefly and he turned to face forward again. Seconds later, though, his wide eyes met your own and he smiled brightly and waved towards your direction. You smiled and waved back, picking your coffee up so he could see it. He held a thumbs up.

"Terushima, can you please pay attention to the lecture?" the professor paused, and he abashedly turned to face the board, and you sunk behind your own laptop.

Once class had let out, as you packed your things, you noticed he had stayed behind, making his way up the steps through the throngs of people, to where you were seated. You made eye contact with him when he finally had made it a few feet away.

You stood, throwing your backpack over your shoulder, and walked out of class with him, throwing your now empty coffee cup into the recycling bin. You walked in silence for some time before he finally spoke.

"So... What are your plans after your classes for the day?" he asked. You stopped walking once you made it outside, his tall stature keeping the sun out of your eyes.

"I have club tonight. If we don't get kicked out of the gym again that is. But I haven't heard anything yet." you responded with a shrug of your shoulders. You were really hopeful that this week you could get a couple of games in as you hadn't had the chance to play for nearly three weeks.

"Why would you be kicked out of the gym?" he asked, shifting his weight onto his other leg.

"Well, I run a small volleyball club, because the women can't have an official team and the men who still want to play, but don't make it on the official team, join this club. We get kicked off the court pretty often when the official men's team has tournaments coming up though. I admire their persistence, but I want to play as well." you said. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes had slightly widened at your comment.

"They really kick you off?" he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer to you. He sounded guilty.

"Yeah. But like I said, I admire their perseverance to win and play. I'm a little jealous of it in fact. I wish I could go to an actual tournament and play at some point in college. I wish they'd allow our team to." you told him. He nodded, quiet again for a few moments.

"I could maybe work something out for you. You said you have a meeting tonight right?" he asked, a sly smile finding his lips. You nodded.

"Can I come play too?" he asked. You shrugged, nodding once more.

"Sure, anyone can come try it out. We need some more people anyways. You'd do well since you're tall. You could block and spike. I bet you'd be good at that. Do you have any experience?" And that was the question to start it all.

"Let's just say, I've played a bit." he responded, that sly grin fully at its wake now.

...

Your meet up location was in the coffee shop, once your classes had all let up and he finished whatever his day brought to him, at 6pm. You rushed through the small plaza leading into the cafeteria's colossal range of fast foods and drinks, pulling the heavy glass door open.

You walked into the coffee shop area, giving a quick wave to your coworker once her eyes met yours. She returned an excited wave. You looked around the many patrons sitting amongst the many tables, scanning for the same mop of sandy hair.

You heard a whistle and looked towards it, your eyes meeting his. He smiled and waved you over. His sturdy frame leaned against a pole, discarding his cell phone into his jacket pocket.

"Wanna get anything to eat or drink before we go play?" he asked. You shrugged.

"If you want to. I ate a little while ago, so I'm not really all that hungry. If you'd like, I can repay you for this morning." you responded.

"I'm all good if you are. Maybe after we play we can." he stated, readjusting his bag onto his shoulder. You nodded, beginning your trek to the gym. It was about a six to eight minute walk through the large campus and you chatted idly about your boring bio lecture on the way.

You told him what your major was, and you were sort of excited to hear he had gone into a master's degree program as well. Even better though, you were both in the same year.

You opened the door to the old gym and pushed it further open behind you for him to enter. You walked through the hallway and into the gym, setting your things down onto the stage.

"Wanna help me put the net up?" you asked. No one from club had arrived yet as it was still a bit early. Club didn't start until 7.

"Yeah! I'll help you out." he responded. You walked to the other side of the gym, going to the supply room, which held the cart containing everything you would need to put up the net.

You pulled a heavy pole off of the cart, him doing the same as you anchored it into it's designated slot in the floor. You looked up as he did the same, making sure the pole was adjusted to the correct height. You then grabbed the net together, unfolding it and lining it up on either side and attaching it to the poles. You tightened it and looked up to make sure he didn't need any help. He did it perfectly.

You quickly attached the safety pads and the antenna, the doors revealing the first patrons to show up to your club. Hopefully everyone would show up tonight. You didn't have a coach either so it was really left to you. You quickly ran back to the storage room, grabbing the ball cart and pushing it onto the court. At least you had a ball cart.

You grabbed a few of the balls and began tossing them to the club members so they could warm up, together or in their lonesome. There was still fifteen minutes before club actually started. You grabbed one for yourself and eyed Terushima.

"Wanna warm up together?" you asked. He nodded, and you took your place across from him bumping and setting the ball across the court from each other. He was good at it and you began to get suspicious.

Eventually, it came time to start club. You had twenty people including yourself and Terushima, definitely better than the ten or so that usually showed up. You hoisted yourself onto the stage, whistling to gain everyone's attention.

"Welcome everyone! I'm excited to see we have more people joining us this evening. I was thinking today that we would split off into separate teams and play a few games. I know we haven't seen each other in quite a while, so definitely warm up first, but go ahead and pair up into teams. We should have three teams of six and one of five which I will join, pick your positions carefully." you finished, hopping off of the stage, watching as everyone paired up.

You began to practice and warm up with Terushima. You reflected on how interesting your day had become since he walked into the coffee shop that morning. Usually your day consisted of the same old things and it got quite boring, quite fast.

"So when did you start playing?" he piped up, setting the ball towards you.

"Well, probably towards the end of high school is when I got pretty interested in sports and playing volleyball, but I wasn't great. I made it onto the team but was pretty much a permanent bench warmer." you laughed, passing the ball back towards his direction.

"I'd say you play pretty well for pretty much a newbie." he responded. You set the ball towards him, a question brewing in your mind. Maybe you could get some answers to your suspicions.

"When did you start playing?" you asked in return. Now that you thought about it, you hadn't shown him how to do anything at all. He pretty much jumped straight in.

"Since grade school. I've been a fan of it since then." he responded. You passed the ball quietly back and forth until you were warmed up, everyone beginning to gather into their selected groups. Terushima, of course, was on your team.

"Alright, two teams to a court of course" you told them, everyone picking a court to play on. You could really jump into playing whenever you wanted. You set your team up and got ready to play. You always played back row and developed your skills in defense and setting quite well over the few years you have played. The role of libero fit you well.

Terushima started off with serving the ball and seeing the serve fly over the net was insane. You didn't know someone could serve a ball like that. You were scared, but also excited at the thought of possibly being on the receiving end at some point. The same surprise arose again when he spiked, completely clearing the blockers on the opposing team.

"What is up with you? You're really good at this." you asked. What was he hiding from you?

"Oh... I'm on the men's team." he responded, a little too casually. You stood in awe and bewilderment before responding.

"Why wouldn't you tell me that?!" his eyes met your own and he smiled, shrugging his shoulders. You continued playing and won the game by a landslide, the same events occurring until you finished your allotted time for the club. A bruise making its way onto your arms after receiving one of his spikes.

After some iffy fast food you ate ate the cafeteria, you parted ways. You had the same lecture together daily, so you were sure you would see him again.

...

The next morning, whilst you didn't have to work at the coffee shop, you still ran late to your lecture. Ten minutes late in fact. You hadn't been late before, but you fell asleep at your desk doing homework and missed your first two classes.

You were terrified to go into the lecture, around eighty people would stare at you as you walked shamefully to the back of the lecture hall. You wish you had stopped for a coffee if you were already going to be late anyways.

You huffed a deep breath, heaving the lecture hall door open as quietly as possible, making eye contact with your professor. You sheepishly walked through the lecture hall as quickly as you could. You felt as if everyone was staring, when in reality, they could absolutely care less than to spare a glance at you.

You looked up as you neared your seat and Terushima's widened eyes met your own. You smiled, your cheeks a bit red from the embarrassment, and sat in your seat. You quickly took your laptop out and pulled up the material the class was currently on.

About five minutes later, Terushima shuffled up to the vacant seat in front of your own. He donned two coffees on his desk, one eerily resembling your usual. Your suspicions were confirmed when he placed it on your desk. You gawked at him.

"I didn't think you'd show up." he said. You leaned down so you could hear him better and he could hear your own words.

"I fell asleep at my desk doing homework and didn't set an alarm." you whispered. Your eyes met the coffee now sitting on your desk. "Thank you for the coffee. You didn't have to do that. How'd you remember my order anyways? I never told it to you." you told him.

He pulled a receipt from his pocket and you realized when he paid he had gotten a copy of it and your order was printed neatly onto it. You looked up and the professor's stern eyes met your own. You slowly leaned back into your chair, picking the coffee up and hiding behind your laptop for the remainder of the lecture.

...

After lecture, you asked Terushima for the notes you had missed, catching up at the coffee shop with the coffees he had bought that morning. Once you finished, you really didn't know what to do for the rest of the day.

"So, uh..." Terushima said, his hand brushing behind his neck. "My fraternity is having a party tonight and if you aren't doing anything you're invited. It's pretty much your usual frat party, but we have a sand court and a pool so it'll probably be pretty big." he blurted out, awaiting your response.

You thought for a second. You didn't have any homework tonight, it was Thursday and you didn't have any classes or work tomorrow, and you really didn't have any plans for the evening.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Yeah, I'll go." you responded. He smiled, spouting out the details of the party.

You began to get antsy and excited. What would you wear? Did you have any swimsuits that weren't dingy? You didn't really swim besides with your family. What alcohol would you bring? Did you need to bring any at all?

You swooped into the liquor store on the corner of the street your apartment was on, picking up a twelve pack of whatever you had seen everyone raging about lately. You needed to contribute something.

You then burst into your apartment, telling your roommate it was all hands on deck and you needed to find something cute to wear, but also comfy as you were sure you would end up playing some volleyball.

Once you settled on your clothes, you found yourself in front of your mirror, the makeup you had previously applied quite faded. If it was a party where you would swim, should you wear any makeup? Would it look like you were trying too hard? Maybe a small amount that looked natural? You settled on that and quickly swiped some on.

You then came to your hair, scrolling through Pinterest for some cute hairstyles. Your roommate offered some help and settled on something half up half down. Your roommate looked at he master work and gave you a thumbs up. You eyed the time on your phone. You had thirty minutes before the party technically started.

You decided you would walk there instead of driving. You weren't one to drink much, but also hadn't been to a campus party besides something small for Halloween the prior year. You scrolled your phone as you walked through campus, making your way to the aforementioned fraternity house. Before rounding the street corner, you could already hear music blaring.

You walked to the front door, already open from the people who entered before you and eyed around. You texted Terushima, who had given you his number to send you the notes. A few minutes later, you eyed him shoving through the crowd and making his way to you. You smiled and stuffed your phone into your pocket.

"Finally made it. What'd you bring?" he asked, pointing to the twelve pack in your hand. You hoisted it up so he could get a better look. "Just whatever was popular. I've been wanting to try these anyways." you responded. He took them from your hands.

"Let's put them in the refrigerator so they stay cold. I'll show you around the house." he responded. You followed him, staying close behind and bumped shoulders with a few people, muttering apologies they didn't seem to hear over the music.

You fished a drink out of the box before putting them away, Terushima already sporting a bottle of some domestic beer. He gave you a run down tour of the three story house. It was nicer than you thought a fraternity house would be. You imagined a nasty house, as you'd heard many of the other fraternities had donned. You thankfully hadn't seen them in person.

He introduced you to a few of the fraternity members, who were all on the volleyball team. Then it was time to let loose a little bit.

You followed him around the party, meeting new people and seeing some familiar faces, from the coffee shop, classes, or just in general around campus. You bobbed to the music next to his side, sipping the drink you had occasionally.

You meandered to the pool area outside, which looked like it would sit behind a mansion. You wondered how a fraternity could manage to get such a nice pool. You'd have to ask about it later.

You were now brought into Terushima's conversation, being introduced to some of his team and fraternity members. You dodged people running or simply passing by as the pool took up much of the outside area, there wasn't much walking room.

The night mostly continued as such until Terushima had made his way to a patio chair next to the pool, sitting down. You did the same on the one across from him. They sat quite close to the edge. You would have to see if you could come over and work on your tan a bit.

"Having a fun time so far?" he asked. You nodded, taking another sip of your drink, gazing around the back patio.

"This is a nice house! Most of the fraternity houses are pretty nice, but you guys keep this one pretty clean." you responded. He chuckled at the comment, taking a swig of his own drink. You had to admit, this was a pretty fun party.

"Wanna dip your feet in the pool? It should feel pretty nice after sitting in the sun all day." he asked. You nodded and moved to follow him to the pool. The lights inside orbed rainbow colors as it was now night time. This house just got cooler and cooler the more you noticed of it.

You both stepped towards the edge of the pool, getting ready to sit and remove your shoes, but before your feet could touch the water, you felt a hard push from behind. Your eyes widened and you let out a surprised screech, reaching out to Terushima and trying to grab ahold of him, but to no avail, he was headed towards the water as fast as you were.

You didn't even have time to remove your phone and other things from you pockets before you hit the water with a large splash. Water rushed into your nose and mouth as you inhaled trying to shout about your phone. You were fully submerged. Your make up, your electronics, your clothes, your shoes.

You felt two strong arms envelope you and you were suddenly breaking the surface of the water, coughing once oxygen hit your lungs. You felt yourself being lugged quickly to the edge of the pool as you rubbed at your eyes to try and catch a glimpse of the person who knocked you in.

Terushima lifted you out of the pool to sit on the edge. You continued to cough, finally able to breathe normally. You weren't under long thanks to him. Once you could see, you caught a glimpse of his irritated expression as he scanned the crowd of staring people.

"Who knocked us in? Who was running along the edge?" he asked. The crowd was silent. No one spoke up. But the wide eyes of the girl a couple feet away gave you your answer and your eyes met her own. She had quite the grip on this boy's hand that seemed to be pulling her along. She didn't knock you in, he did.

"It's not a big deal. I'm sure it was just an accident. A little water doesn't hurt!" you said, touching his shoulder gingerly. His eyes met yours and after a few seconds of what seemed like contemplation, he pushed himself out of the pool to rest on the edge next to you. After a minute, things seemed to turn back to normal.

"Hey, can you go grab us some towels?" he asked one of the pledges. The boy nodded and did as he was told. After a couple of minutes, the boy returned with two fluffy, olive green towels. You took one and thanked the boy, wiping yourself off and blotting at your face to maybe salvage whatever makeup had survived.

You kinda laughed about the situation.

"What?" Terushima asked, a smirk settling across his own face.

Your laugh deepened.

"Nothing, it's just kinda funny. You went all Mr. Serious-pants." you said in a silly voice. That got a hearty chuckle out of him.

"Here. Let's dry off and go get some new drinks." he said. You nodded and he stood up, offering his hand to help you. You took it and finished drying off.

You followed him to the same kitchen you had left your drinks before and he grabbed one out of the box you had brought, the same flavor you had been drinking on before. You thanked him.

You returned to the same spot next to the pool, sitting carefully this time. You continued to talk until the party died down, many people leaving as it was now the very early hours of the morning. You had stopped drinking not long ago as to walk home. You were pretty much dry now.

"Well, class tomorrow doesn't seem as great as our conversation, but we do still have to go. Need a ride?" he asked. You shook your head.

"It's okay. I can just walk. It isn't too far." you responded, standing up and wiping yourself off. He shook his head.

"Nope. I'm not letting you walk this late. Put your shoe son and follow me." he said. You nodded and kind of shrugged your shoulders. It was nice to not have to walk and maybe continue your conversation. Once your shoes were on, you did as he said, following him up the stairs and into what seemed to be his room.

You took note of the musky woodsy smell of the candle lit on the desk in the corner. Plants, books, coordination. It actually looked quite neat and put together in his room. The bed was made, no mess on the floor. You were even more impressed.

"Nice room." you said, leaning on the doorframe as he made his way to a bag hooked onto his desk chair and he fumbled through it, a pair of keys emerging from it.

"Thanks! I like it. I think it's the best room in the house. It's the biggest too." he responded. He blew the candle out and shut the light off. You followed him out and he closed the door, and you trekked downstairs.

He unlocked the door to his car, opening the passenger side and you got in. He jogged around the front, getting in and buckling himself in.

"Seatbelt." he said. You put it on and he started the engine up. He did the thing. Where he puts his hand around to your seat in order to reverse. You liked that thing. A lot. You smiled at the gesture as he began to drive forwards.

You continued your earlier conversation, occasionally peppering directions into the mix. It was about a four minute drive. He parked next to your car, which you chose not to drive because the afternoon was nice.

"Well. The night ends here I guess." he said. You nodded your head in silence.

"I realized I never got your number." he said, shuffling on his phone and handing you it, an empty contacts page pulled up. You typed your information in and handed the phone back to him. He smiled and locked it, setting the phone in his lap. You didn't really know what to do. You had such a fun time with him and didn't want it to necessarily end yet.

Soft fingers pulled you out of your trance, grazing your cheek and lightly pushing your face to his direction. He looked into your eyes and you just knew it was an invitation to kiss him. And you took it.

It didn't go much farther than that, but you laughed with each other and got out of the car, closing the door and walking over to his open window. You pecked his lips one more time, walking to the sidewalk in front of your door and waving at him.

"Let's do this again!" he shouted, waving. You nodded.

"Of course we will!" you responded. You waved again as he backed away, typing your code into your door. You put your things away and changed into pajamas, making a quick snack.

You picked your phone off of your couch and opened it, an unknown number popping up.

'Coffee tomorrow morning before class. 7:30. It's on me sweetness.' it read. You chuckled and responded.

'Better remember my favorite.'

[innytoes]

3 Sentence prompts: Willexie + Thrift Shopping!

Just because they were kind of famous now, didn't mean Reggie wanted to give up on his favourite hobby. Listen, he'd gotten his most iconic outfit from the thrift store. Okay, it had been pretty much his only outfit for a while. But it had clearly worked, because Sunset Curve was topping the charts now and everyone thought he was really cool.

Another bonus to having one iconic outfit was he could just ditch the leather jacket and flannel for the day and be basically incognito. Not that a lot of old people at estate sales knew who he was, but he'd been recognised at a bunch of garage sales and it just felt wrong to try and haggle with someone who really just wanted his autograph.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at five in the morning to drive down to Pasadena to look at... old junk?" Alex whined, sipping on the giant coffee Reggie had gotten him along the way. He was dressed in one of Reggie's flannels, which honestly was kind of a little treat in and of itself. Reggie himself had stolen one of Bobby's shirts and Alex' denim jacket.

"Because it's fun?" Reggie asked. Alex did not look convinced. "Because we can get cool stuff for the house?" he tried again.

"We can get cool stuff for the house at literally every store we want now," Alex pointed out. Which was true, they had Money now. Of course their co-dependent asses still went and bought a house together like they always said they would. It was just... slightly closer to a mansion than the shitty apartments they'd been thinking of when they were seventeen and broke. "Luke and Bobby spent a couple of grand on a new sound system."

"It's not about the money," Reggie pouted. "It's about the thrill of the chase. It's about treasure hunting! It's about finding unique pieces nobody else has!"

Alex stared at him, unamused, obnoxiously slurping his coffee.

"Fine, you're here because you love me and because I need your big sexy muscles to help lift stuff into the truck if we find anything." He was hoping to find a cool coffee table, or a desk, and they could still use a nice dresser.

"Fine," Alex said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But if I find something cute, you're doing the haggling for me."

"Deal."

The morning went pretty well. They found some cool lamps, and a couple of nice hardcover science fiction books Reggie thought would look very mature and adult on their shelf. Reggie managed to haggle down on a really mature looking desk that would look great in their 'We're Real Adults Now' house, and Alex did use his sexy muscles to help get it onto the truck.

After a quick early lunch in town, they went to the next estate sale. They agreed to split up, since it was later in the day and they needed to be fast before all the good stuff was snapped up.

Except when Reggie rounded the corner, he saw Alex wasn't looking for a nice dresser or pretty trinkets. Alex was talking to a very hot, very cool guy in a crop top.

Reggie narrowed his eyes, going over. Alex beamed. "Hey babe!"

"Why are you flirting with the enemy?" Reggie hissed.

Alex groaned. "Not this again."

"Hey, Reggie," Willie beamed. "Great job on nabbing that desk at the Gilmore estate, I had my eye on that too. But you got here a little late. Do you want to see the heirloom patchwork blanket I scored? And I found this really cool dresser I'm going to paint..."

Reggie squinted at their rival, annoyed. He wanted a cool dresser. And the patchwork blanket folded over his arm looked really nice.

"I'm sure it will look really cool," he said, trying to keep the sulk out of his voice. He gave Alex another glare.

Alex just stared at him. "Maybe I was distracting Willie so you could be the first to notice those vintage comic books in the corner," he said, and Reggie gasped, running off and rifling through the box before Willie could get there.

"Aw man, low blow, Hotdog!" Willie complained.

"Yeah, I'm evil like that," Alex deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the two of them.

In the end, Reggie came away with some Spiderman and Hawkeye comics that were still missing from his collection, and a cute little side table they could paint a pretty pink for Alex. As they were finishing up and loading everything in the truck at the end of the day, Willie moseyed back over.

"Howdy," he said, tipping a cowboy hat Reggie had completely missed. He felt a stab of jealousy, not just for missing it but also because Willie looked unfairly hot like that. Then, Willie plopped the hat on Reggie's head. "We still on for dinner?"

"The burger place?" Reggie asked, leaning over to press a kiss to Willie's cheek.

Alex popped out of the truck. "Oh so now it's okay to flirt?" he asked, grumpy.

"Of course it is, Alex, it's four thirty," Reggie said, propping the cowboy hat on Alex' head. He did not look as sexy as Willie had, but he did look kind of cute. They should go on a horseback riding date, all three of them, sometime soon. He'd bring it up over dinner.

"Yeah, Hotdog, we're only mortal thrifting enemies between six and four," Willie agreed.

"You two are so weird," Alex complained, but he still climbed down to sit in the bed of the truck to receive kisses from both his boyfriends. And over dinner, he smiled indulgently as his two thrift-nerdy boyfriends compared notes and showed off pictures of the treasures they'd found.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Woooooot!!!!! A massive tea order I put in on Sips By has shipped today! They were have a 50% discount sale on EVERYTHING, so I snatched up more tea and several teacups and mugs. For the unaware, my blood type is Tea. White, green, black, herbal, the only kind I cannot stand is rooibus (because it does bad things to my digestion system). My favorites are English Breakfast Tea and herbal coffee (herbal mix that tastes and feels exactly like coffee).

When I told my husband about the sale, he insisted I treat myself, and wouldn't leave me alone until I did. His reasoning? I deserve nice things, especially after all the hardwork I've done and am currently with commission. It's been three weeks or so since I put in my order, and received an email a few days ago informing me the sale resulted in massive amounts of orders, many of them quite large, and they're taking awhile to fill. Then today, I got a shipping notice, which has me giddy with excitement.

I collect teacup/mugs, and they have some I've been eyeing for awhile. Somehow, I need to make room for the new additions to the collection. One of the teacups looks like a little pink ghost. I have another in my collection that looks like a cauldron, and that one is strictly for October 1st to November 4th. After that, it gets set aside. I have a set of four glass teacups and saucers that are very delicate and pretty. Those are for when we have guests over. One person said it made them feel like they were a little girl again, have tea parties with her dolls.

Tea sparks joy, and I miss having digital tea parties with random people. There was a fun things during lockdown where folks were having tea parties on Zoom. You just signed up for a day and time, dressed up, and have a teacup or mug. There was one party of around 10 people, three were in cosplay, four were in Jane Austen era clothes, one looked like she was going to prom, one was in Lolita clothes, and I wore a nice dress with makeup and my hair pulled back. I did point out I put all my effort into making pretty quilts because I can't make my own clothes (yet) whereas everyone else made their clothes. We have a lot of fun discussing our work, and one of the women purchased a quilt from my shop. We need tea parties again. They were sooooo much fun and made the loneliness vanish for a couple hours.

[eatossolutions]

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A blast of creativity in loyalty programs from your point-of-sale system can make earning points fun and rewarding. Reward structures incorporated into the Point of Sale mean that customers can win points for every buck spent with your coffee shop, giving them a reason to skip the competition and head straight for your espresso machine. Smoothly redeemable rewards for free beverages, merchandise, or discounts can all come easily from a smart coffee shop Point of Sale system.

Exclusive Offers and Customized Offers

By analyzing the data collected, a coffee shop's Point of Sale system can classify the customers according to their purchasing behavior. This enables offers that target specific customer behavior and customize offers. Using the same apps or emails linked to the Point of Sale systems, direct communications can be made regarding birthday offers, muffin days at half prices, or double-point weekends, thus influencing repeat visitation and deepening customer relations.

The Convenience Master: Mobile Ordering and Contactless Payments

Skip the Line, Grab the Grind

No one likes to wait in a long line, certainly not during morning rush hours. Mobile ordering integrated into your coffee shop's Point of Sale system lets customers order and pay early, and lines move quickly as staff are freed up. A hassle-free experience is the perfect mix of customer loyalty coffee.

Touch-Free Transactions

The "tap and go" culture is here to stay, and a fully equipped coffee shop Point of Sale system is at the forefront of this change. Acceptance of contactless payment options—not just cards but mobile wallets too—streamlines checkout and signals to consumers that you value their time and their health.

Streamlining Your Supply Side

Waste Not, Want Not

A smart coffee shop Point of Sale puts real-time inventory control at your fingertips. Sales tracking will allow you to anticipate the busy times and to be prepared, not carrying around too many excess beans to weigh you down. When you're not carrying any of their favorite items, they won't be disappointed with you for not having them. And you'll get a reputation for dependability.

A Macchiato of Maintenance

Monitor your schedules for maintenance, keeping machinery down for just as little time as possible. A coffee business cannot be inconsistent in quality, and a system reminding you to service your espresso machine can prevent untimely breaks and disgruntled caffeine-starved customers from gracing your business.

Data-Informed Decisions

Foamy Insights and Trends

A good coffee shop Point of Sale system is not afraid to give you the information you need to act on. Track your busy hours, best-selling menu items, and customer demographics so you can make decisions to help your business.

And now, the really important stuff: knowing what's hot lets you keep up with the demand, satisfy desires, and stay ahead of the curve, one sip at a time.

Buddies with the Barista: Employee Management

The Sugarcoating Approach to Staff Training and Scheduling

The lifeblood of any coffee shop is its staff. A Point of Sale system with employee management can help you with scheduling, tracking hours, and training. An organized team is a happy team. Warm and efficient baristas are happy, making customers fall in love with your business.

Mix It All Up

In essence, the Point of Sale system in a coffee shop is more than just a cash register; it is the assisting barista, the overseer of inventory, the data analyst, and now, your best strategy for fostering customer loyalty. Engage your system's potential and keep the coffee flowing as well as customers glowing.

Are you ready to raise the bar in your coffee shop business and develop a loyal customer base? Transform your engagement with coffee lovers through innovative Point of Sale solutions today. In the end, if your Point of Sale system is as sophisticated as your roasts, your customers will always come back for another cup.

Let's Brew Success Together

After all, loyalty is a great art, and a proper Point of Sale system in your coffee shop will put you in the best state to master it. If you want to bring your coffee shop to a different level of engagement with customers and operational efficiency, take some time to examine the latest innovations of Point of Sale systems. Don't let your competitors beat you to the punch or the punchline of successful retention with tech — act now and put your heart into every cup and customer interaction. Enjoy the fruits of labor as you see your business and loyalty grow with the people. Book a demo with eatOS to learn more. Cheers to your future success!

[naritaren]

I know I should hit up another craft show next weekend, but I've been doing them every weekend for the last month and I'm tired. Here is a run down of what goes into it. Yesterday: I spent 3 hours sorting items, checking my point of sale system versus my online store, counting stock, and checking for any imperfections. Then, we had to haul shit to the car and drive 30 minutes away to set up. When we got there, we realized that they gave us a large booth by mistake and we could bring more shit that we didn't bring the first time. Today: I was up at 6am and had to hustle to pack up what was left and then haul that to the car. We had to wrangle the dog and shove her in her kennel so we could be there for set up. Set up was from 7am to 9am. We left around 7am. We didn't stop for food or coffee because the roads aren't great so we wanted to just make it safely. We get there at 7:45 and we have to haul shit out of the car and into the venue and to the booth. While my partner is parking the car in the back, I'm starting to set things up and make an attempt at making things look good. He finally shows up and redos the whole table because I'm *bad* at this. While he's fixing my mess, I'm setting up displays, making sure the point of sale system is working, and putting up my signs. At 9am, everything starts. This is where I have to start hawking my shit. I have to put on my "normal person" mask the whole day and do my best to be a retailer. This is a good time to note that I worked retail once, while in college, and I took the food service route for my minimum wage job in high school. So selling shit? Not easy for me and my tism. I *finally* got to eat something at noon. I'm sitting there chugging energy drinks and crocheting, stopping to explain my process and show off things. This goes until 3pm. We then have to tear everything down, fetch the car, haul shit to the car, and head home. Once we're home, we have to haul some of the shit inside (the tote with the money box and the technology bag) and then I have to sit down on my computer and cross reference my sales report with my online shop to take out anything that sold during the day. I also have to look over what I earned and figure out what supplies I need to buy to prepare for the next show. I also have to count my cash box and take out the excess and take it to the bank on Monday. It's 6pm and I just finished everything related to the show that I'm going to do today (still need to order some stuff) and I haven't eaten since noon. I squeezed a shower in between hauling shit in and doing the numbers shit. I'm tired and I don't currently have a show booked for next weekend. I know reasonably I should get one so that I can make bank on the holiday rush, but I have a show on the 17th and I would like one fucking weekend to celebrate my birthday. Next weekend is the weekend before my birthday so I think I'm taking it off to relax.

As a bonus, here is what my booth looked like once my partner got done organizing things. I made a decent amount today and was able to get a big yarn order ordered and a proper display rack that spins with what I earned. Plus a little extra for whatever. I'm going to have an edible, watch opening night of lacrosse, and eat some pork fried rice that my partner is cooking up. Maybe nooj afterwards.

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Discover the Charms of Villas for Sale in Tellapur, Hyderabad

Ah, Tellapur! If you haven’t heard of this gem in Hyderabad yet, you’re in for a treat. Picture this: spacious villas, lush green surroundings, and a serene atmosphere that makes you forget the hustle and bustle of city life. Now, doesn’t that sound like a dream? Today, let’s dive into why villas for sale in Tellapur, Hyderabad, are the talk of the town and why you might just want to pack your bags and head there.

Why Choose Tellapur?

1. Prime Location

Tellapur is strategically located near the IT hubs of Gachibowli and HITEC City. This means you get the best of both worlds - a peaceful home environment and a short commute to work. It's like having your cake and eating it too. Plus, who wouldn’t want to avoid those dreadful traffic jams?

2. Green and Serene

One of the biggest selling points of villas in Tellapur is the lush greenery. Imagine waking up to the sound of birds chirping instead of honking cars. It’s the kind of place where you can actually hear yourself think. For nature lovers, it's a slice of paradise.

3. Modern Amenities

Don't be fooled by its tranquil setting; Tellapur offers all the modern amenities you need. From top-notch schools and hospitals to shopping malls and restaurants, everything is just a stone's throw away. It’s like living in the countryside but with all the perks of city life.

Types of Villas in Tellapur

1. Independent Villas

These are perfect for those who value privacy and space. With independent villas, you get a private garden, ample parking space, and the freedom to customize your home. Think of it as your personal oasis.

2. Gated Community Villas

If you prefer a sense of community, gated community villas are the way to go. These come with shared amenities like swimming pools, gyms, and parks. Plus, they offer added security, which is always a bonus.

Features of Villas in Tellapur

1. Spacious Interiors

Villas in Tellapur are known for their spacious interiors. We're talking large living rooms, multiple bedrooms, and even a dedicated home office space. Perfect for those work-from-home days.

2. Elegant Design

These villas are not just about space; they’re also about style. Expect modern architecture, sleek designs, and top-quality finishes. It’s like living on a Pinterest board!

3. Eco-Friendly Options

Many of the new villas in Tellapur are built with sustainability in mind. From solar panels to rainwater harvesting systems, you can live in luxury while being kind to the planet. It’s a win-win!

Benefits of Buying a Villa in Tellapur

1. Investment Potential

Property values in Tellapur have been steadily rising, making it a great investment. Whether you plan to live there or rent it out, you can expect good returns. It's like having a golden goose in your backyard.

2. Quality of Life

Living in a villa in Tellapur means a better quality of life. More space, cleaner air, and a peaceful environment can do wonders for your mental and physical well-being. It's like adding years to your life!

3. Community Living

If you choose a villa in a gated community, you also get the benefit of community living. From neighborhood events to shared amenities, there’s always something to do and someone to meet. It’s like having an extended family.

Personal Anecdote: A Day in the Life of a Tellapur Resident

Let me tell you a story about my friend Raj, who recently moved to a villa in Tellapur. Every morning, Raj starts his day with a jog in the nearby park, followed by a cup of coffee on his terrace, enjoying the morning sun. His kids love the open space to play, and his wife enjoys the quiet surroundings for her yoga sessions. Evenings are spent with neighbors, sharing stories and laughter over barbecues. Raj often says that moving to Tellapur was the best decision he ever made. It’s a life many of us can only dream of.

Tables: Quick Facts about Tellapur Villas

Feature

Details

Location

Close to Gachibowli and HITEC City

Types of Villas

Independent, Gated Community

Price Range

INR 1.5 Crores to INR 5 Crores

Key Amenities

Schools, Hospitals, Malls, Restaurants

Eco-Friendly Options

Solar Panels, Rainwater Harvesting

Investment Potential

High, with steady property value appreciation

Conclusion: Why Wait?

In a nutshell, villas for sale in Tellapur, Hyderabad, offer a unique blend of tranquility, luxury, and convenience. Whether you're looking for a spacious family home or a smart investment, Tellapur has something for everyone. So, why wait? Take the plunge and discover the charm of living in one of Hyderabad’s most sought-after locales. You might just find your dream home waiting for you.

Remember, life’s too short for regrets. And who knows? Your perfect villa might just be a visit away. Happy house hunting!

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