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       “Hot. It’s too cold out there to also have a cold drink,” he stated, gesturing towards the city outside the window, where a grey sky loomed over them. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, right? But it’s hard to believe that a few people could so drastically change a city.” At least he’d never seen it happen before, and he’d lived in Seattle all his life. “Not yet,” he grinned at the mention of possibly being vegan, shaking his head. “So I’ll definitely take some of those cookies.”

“  𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦  𝘪  𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘵𝘰  𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 ,  𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥  𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 .  and  we  were  basically  in  south  canada ,  not  unlike  here .  ”    light  teasing  aside ,  they  grab  the  paper  cup  and  begin  to  make  the  drink . 

To say Chana was exhausted was an understatement. She had spent the past 17 hours in surgery, frantically attempting to save a patient who ultimately didn’t make it off the table. In the eleven years that she’d been practicing medicine, she’d seen plenty of tragedy, but it never got easier. The brunette dragged her feet across the floor of the restaurant, sitting at the bar and placing her head on her arms.

She pulled her head up at the sound of a familiar voice, yawning. “Mm? Yeah, definitely. And coffee… Lots of coffee.” Chana smiled weakly, trying to wake herself up enough to participate actively in the conversation. “I’m not big into hockey, because hockey season means a crowded ER, because drunk men at sports games make bad decisions. But the city seems excited.”

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘱𝘶𝘵  𝘢𝘯  𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢  𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦  𝘣𝘢𝘳 ,  𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴  𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 .  of  course  the  hospital  would  have  another  look  on  it .  delilah  supposes  part  of  their  trepidation  was  due  to  the  fact  that  hockey  and  clientele  that  frequent  their  two  jobs  don’t  necessarily  go  hand  in  hand .  it’s  a  stereotype ,  they  are  well  aware ,  but  not  one  she  has  much  experience  with  debunking . 

He didn’t normally talk to baristas besides having to tell them what he wanted to order, but the first time he’d put together the fact that this was the same person who worked at the café and the bookstore he frequented, he just had to ask if they had a twin. That would be the more logical reason, wouldn’t it? But then it turned out that they didn’t and they really just had more than one job, he left it alone. Somehow, though, that made them his favorite barista, only on account of them being the only barista he’d ever chatted with about anything other than ‘I’ll have, uh…’ or ‘Can you put ice on my hot chocolate so it’s just a chocolate drink or are you required to sell it to me hot?’

Today, he was back just like any regular Tuesday, already craving for a blueberry scone and a glass of warm milk. “Yes, please,” he said, smiling. He reached for his wallet to pay them the amount he already had memorized in his head, when they spoke again. “Um… I’m not sure I’m following you. What do krakens and hockey players have in common?”

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦  𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 ,  𝘸𝘢𝘹  𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳  𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘪𝘯  𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 .  placing  the  baked  good  into  the  bag ,  they  set  that  next  to  the  register  and  turn  to  begin  making  the  drink .  

fortunately, kenzie was tired enough not to even notice the brief delay between her arrival at the counter and the greeting from delilah. a yawn escaped her throat before she herself could say anything, nodding her head slowly. “that’d be great. maybe an extra shot of espresso in there,” she confirmed, biting back another yawn.

“not sure if things will change just because the team is put here, but…i’m all for it, honestly. i miss hockey,” she shrugged, the mention of sports bringing a bit more life to her eyes. “krakens would be…a choice, certainly, but i don’t have to root for them, so you do you seattle. you big on hockey?”

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 .“  i  mean ,  it’s  not  really  that  big  of  a  sport  where  i  come  from .  england  is  more ... focused  on  football  and  rugby  but ,  i  mean ,  nathan  walker  got  some  buzz  a  little  while  ago .  he  plays  for  the  capitals .  ”

He shook his head, “Nope, no, a disgrace. Reese’s Pieces were made by the Devil to ruin perfectly good things. If I was King of the World I discontinue them,” he nodded along with what she was saying, “Yeah, I totally agree with the first part of that, but they totally belong in the garbage. They suck.” 

“  𝘸𝘩𝘺  𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦  𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥  𝘪𝘧  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵  𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦  𝘤𝘦𝘰  𝘰𝘧  𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦'𝘴 ?  and ,  perhaps  most  importantly ,  what  about  the  cereal ?  do  reese’s  puffs  deserve  the  same  treatment  as  reese’s  pieces  ?  ”

“Okay, wait, I’m confused,” he narrowed his brows, having a hard time following the conversation — which, wasn’t quite out of the ordinary when it came to the absentminded male. At least Delilah didn’t seem too phased by it. “So, ‘the Krakens’ is the name of a team, then? Honestly, that’s pretty dope, I’d root for them.” Uriah shrugged “You think they sell those?”

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩  ,  𝘢  𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵  𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 .  “  yeah ,  well  actually ,  not  quite .  it’s  just  the  seattle  team  right  now ,  i  don’t  think  they  have  a  name  officially  yet .  so  people  have  been  saying  they  should  be  a  kraken ,  which  i  think  is  pretty  cool ,  if  not  a  little  weird .  ”

       Louis was a regular customer at the Grind House, mostly because the hospital at the hospital sucked and he always forgot to buy new coffee for his own coffee machine at home. Apparently, in his head it was easier to buy a coffee made in a coffee shop than go to the grocery store and buy coffee for his home. A smile lit up his face as he stepped up to the counter, nodding. “Yes, please. I’m in dire need of a caramel macchiato.” That always managed to lift up his mood. “Hockey team? I wasn’t even aware that’s a thing. Which could mean it won’t change anything.”

𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴  𝘢  𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥  𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 .  “  hot  or  iced ?  and  i  think  that  is  a  fair  approach ,  but  what  if  it  does ?  traffic  aside ,  you  know  they’ll  probably  live  up  here .  ”         here ,  of  course ,  referring  to  the  more  affluent ,  northern  portion  of  the  city ,  rather  than  grind  house  itself . 

“My usual is fine. Make it a large this time please.” Liyah added, before scrunching her face up as she thought on Delilah’s question. “I’m not really a hockey fan, but any excuse for people to show pride in their hometown they will take. I have no doubts people who aren’t hockey fans are trying to get into it at this very moment. The krakens is a dope name too.”

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘶𝘱  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ,  𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳  𝘤𝘶𝘱  𝘢𝘴  𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 .  “  i  dunno ,  i  guess  that  i  always  pictured  seattle  as  less  of  a  sports  centered  city ,  you  know ?  at  least ,  in  the  circles  i  run  in ,  there’s  not  that  much  athletic  focus .  ”

“I’m flattered that you remember,” Uriah grinned, handing over a five dollar bill to the brunette. Not that his order was particularly complicated; a hot tea with a side of whole milk, but it still made his day that Delilah didn’t even have to ask. “Wait — Krakens? You mean, like, the cephalopod-ian sea monsters?” he questioned, knowing little to nothing about sports, least of all hockey. “I mean…I guess that would change the general populace quite a bit, if I had to guess.”

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦  𝘢𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘰  𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳  𝘤𝘶𝘱  𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 ,  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦  𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺  𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 .  they set  the  cup  aside ,  and  ring  out  the  purchase  as  they  continue  the  conversation .  

“Reese’s Pieces should be thrown in the trash and never consumed. They don’t deserve their own category, or to be a part of any other category for that matter,” he shook his head in disgust, “They’re truly a disgrace to the good Reese’s name.”

“ 𝘪  𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘵𝘰  𝘢  𝘯𝘦𝘸  𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 .  they  may  not  deserve  to  be  trashed ,  i  rather  like  them  in  ice  cream  and  froyo .  and  they’re  less  messy  to  eat  while  driving  or  walking  around .  ” 

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺 .  they’ve  cleaned  and  cleaned  again  the  coffee  bar ,  the  glasses ,  the  bake  case ;  all  of  it  ,  over  and  over ,  and  all  that’s  left  to  do  is  wait .  so  when  they  finally  look  up  to  address  the  customer ,  their  mouth  hasn’t  quite  caught  up  to  the  customer  service  standards .  it  helps  that  they’re  familiar  with  this  person ,  a  relieved  smile  curling  across  their  face .