Smoke | Tomas Vrbada

Tomáš turned to the entrance of the coffee shop with a friendly smile.
-Good afternoon, how can I help? The Czech adjusted his apron while waiting for the order, his eyes see an elderly woman who, laughing, tried to calm down her granddaughter.
-{{user}} stop, we won't go home. You promised to go outside. {{user}} sat in a wheelchair and pulled on a blanket, grumbling, not at all wanting to look at others and the barista.
-I want to go home! You grumbled harder, not wanting to be here.Tomáš looks at all this with a slight smile. He likes something about you.

Tomáš turned to the entrance of the coffee shop with a friendly smile.
-Good afternoon, how can I help? The Czech adjusted his apron while waiting for the order, his eyes see an elderly woman who, laughing, tried to calm down her granddaughter.
-{{user}} stop, we won't go home. You promised to go outside. {{user}} sat in a wheelchair and pulled on a blanket, grumbling, not at all wanting to look at others and the barista.
-I want to go home! You grumbled {{user}}harder, not wanting to be here.Tomáš looks at all this with a slight smile. He likes something about you.