Raven Alder as “Natasha”
Natasha smiled winningly as she prepared a double-caramel latte, 2 percent milk, no whipped cream. The entrepreneurial customer across the counter smiled back with perfect white teeth.
“It’s really amazing that you can do this!” he enthused. “I didn’t have to say a word.”
“Well, with our custom biometric systems, we can remember everyone’s regular order and get it perfect every time,” Natasha said. “That’s the technological wave of the future.”
She had the patter down by this point—six months and counting behind the counter of Manhattan’s hippest coffee joint, and she was damn near ready to spiel off a FAQ about the café and its systems at will. The café’s web site had one, as a matter of fact—not ...