[ Cesare turns his eyes to the new customer, a cute girl, and his rage starts subsiding ... YEAH RIGHT. He looks at her as if she's offended his esteemed ancestors, though it's still a relatively friendly look compared to the one he was giving the frappucino enthusiast. ]

Is it full moon today or something? You don't want a blend.

[ Somewhere in the manifesto of customer service and baristas, it probably says that this should be framed as a suggestion. It's really not. ]

Today's special is espresso di Roma. Proper. None of that Starbucks shit, you got me?

[ He's already pouring it too, whether she's agreed or not. ]