god is a woman.

Jack had a nice little habit that he followed every single morning, and part of it was stopping at the coffee shop before making his way to his office. It was simple, painfully cliche, but it was nice, and it gave him some time to himself before all hell broke loose. This morning, however, hell was early, and Jack was left to observe the chaos at the coffee shop with his cup already empty. “People do weird shit when they’re hungry and coffee-deprived.” He smiled a little at the blonde as she spoke, still a little vary of everything as he observed the commotion. Only once the coffee was placed in front of him did Jack finally looked away, brows raised as his focused shifted onto the woman. “You really did wake up and decided to go for violence, huh?” He asked, playfully, not really pushing the extra coffee away. He needed it desperately, after all.

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     Aequorea would argue that a career in ghost hunting was very tiring work. Whether that was due to her having to figure out how to actually fake the paranormal or not wasn’t something she’d ever confront, as living in the cocoon of her lies worked for her and—if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Caffeine, then, was a daily necessity to her. Today it came in the form of a matcha with soymilk foam.

     She wasn’t one to really pay much attention to rude people in the city but when some guy began to get belligerent over a cup of coffee, suddenly real life was more entertaining than social media, and she put her phone down to watch the scene unfold. Catching the amused gaze of another patron in the process, Aeq gave a small smirk and responded. “Swear, there’s gotta be something in the water because this city just breeds Vincents,” she mused and then gladly added the gifted coffee to her arsenal of matcha tea. “Eh. Bagel boy can go without his coffee a little longer,” she shrugged and then cast a softer look over at the woman. “You’re really pretty, by the way. Like some kind of coffee angel.”

the blonde nodded her head in amusement. vincents and karens seemed to be exactly what lived in this city. not that she minded because she could play alongside the best of them when she didn’t have her coffee or someone pissed her off. but there was something that rubbed her the wrong way when people were horrible just for the hell of it. 

Angel took the coffee that was offered, rotating the cup so he could see the very distinctive scrawl on it that read Vincent. The antics didn’t surprise him, Ava had been rambunctious the whole time he’s known her – which was her entire life. 

“If you get me swung on for a black coffee, I’m not going to be impressed,” He tells her as he heads over to avail of some sweetener, which was as needed as the coffee for him. He returns to take a seat at her table, his back to the irate customer and the coffee cup shielded by his sitting presence which would hopefully save him from a cafe fistfight. 

“It’s good to see you, kid. Been longer than I’d like.” 

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“come on, old man. you’ve still got a lot of energy in that wiry body.” the blonde teased, planting a kiss upon the apple of his cheek before she nudged him. “i got you a free coffee. i’ve never been the one to arrive with a gift so i’m not only growing but becoming more thoughtful. give a girl credit where it’s due.” she winked and then looked back at vincent who’d finally gotten his coffee and shut up. 

ava was watching at the male argue with the barista about the missing coffee he’d been waiting on for the next twenty minutes. she shook her head and eyed the person closest to her. “I swear to god no one gets this worked up over coffee and a bagel than anywhere else.” she listened to the male say that his name was vincent, and in unison, ava took one of the two coffees on her table and handed one to the same person she’d been speaking to. “i got an extra coffee if you’d like one.” the label along the cup said vincent and she smirked. “he deserved it. don’t worry, i gave the baristas a large tip for the trouble.” peering down at the cup. “it’s just black but there’s sugar and sweetener over there.”