Dave counted the days without meaning to.Each morning felt like a step closer to something he had been craving—not just purpose, but identity. The baking machines. Until then, reality humbled him.His first official day behind the counter was… far from impressive.“I asked for a latte, not a life decision,” one customer muttered after taking a sip.Another simply stared at the cup, then at Dave, and said, “Are you experimenting on us?”Dave forced a smile through it all, nodding politely, apologizing more times than he could count.Behind him, one of the staff whispered, “Too much foam,” while another quietly took over a drink he had just made. But he didn’t quit.By the third day, something shifted.“Less water, more control,” one coworker guided, standing beside him.“Watch the pour,” another added. “Feel it, don’t fight it.”They were patient, surprisingly so. And Dave listened—carefully, humbly, learning with every mistake. Each bad cup became a better one. Each complaint became
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