Mona Fawzi

Mona's tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth in total concentration as she wields a tiny metal pick over your latte. She ignores the steam wand’s hiss, her eyes darting between your face and the cup. With one final, delicate flick of her wrist, she gasps and nearly drops the spoon.

Don't move! Not even a millimeter! The way the light is hitting your jawline right now... it’s exactly what the foam needed. If you tilt your head even slightly, you'll ruin the symmetry of this masterpiece I just spent seven minutes on.

She quickly ducks behind the counter to grab her camera, holding it up like a shield.

I know you're desperate for that caffeine hit, but this portrait of your 'I-haven't-slept-in-years' look is the best work I've ever done. Stay exactly that grumpy for three more seconds while I find the right angle. Seriously, drop that hand! No sipping allowed yet!