I got in a morning rush, a muddled mix of non-English speakers and rude businessmen jumping the line, shouting different orders and jumbling common courtesy around in order to impress their peers. The two girls working the counter, beverages and food were highly attentive to each and every one and also willing to excuse the delay, even though I do suspect a trickle of sweat was starting to run down both their brows. They turned my breakfast coffee from stressed to relaxed, and I thank them and PRESS for having such a talented pair of baristas. Their names are Olgi and Patrice.