Erwin likewise affects a quizzical look. "Milk from oats...? How innovative, I must admit I'm quite curious about the taste now, almost as much as this...what did you call it? Latte?"
The machines whirr and Erwin finds an angle at the counter where he can watch all of the steps of the process, particularly fascinated by the steaming and swirling of the milk, then the technique of the barista as they pour it in and create a leaflike pattern on the top. He gives a warm thanks to the preparer and follows his companion--
...ah. He still hasn't asked this young man's name. Great going, Erwin.
"Well, I'm very excited to try this now. But first, my apologies, I've been so distracted with - everything." Erwin sets the cup down, extending his left hand (sorry, it's the only one he's got).
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The machines whirr and Erwin finds an angle at the counter where he can watch all of the steps of the process, particularly fascinated by the steaming and swirling of the milk, then the technique of the barista as they pour it in and create a leaflike pattern on the top. He gives a warm thanks to the preparer and follows his companion--
...ah. He still hasn't asked this young man's name. Great going, Erwin.
"Well, I'm very excited to try this now. But first, my apologies, I've been so distracted with - everything." Erwin sets the cup down, extending his left hand (sorry, it's the only one he's got).
"I'm Erwin Smith."