captainbower:
everywhere else she had been stationed, emelia had pretty much to staying on the baracks, opting to stick with what she knew, with less distractions, just to focus on the task at hand, and when she had gone into the local towns they had been used to service people walking around in uniform. so it was strange being back where she grew up, especially walking down the street in her uniform. The training baracks where she was now employed were the next town over, and she guessed they didnt have too many coming to peruse Luxbourne. She stopped by a starbucks-that hadnât been there when she had left to get herself a coffee and have a sit down âwhat do you mean you donât do military discount?â she asked, brow furrowed as she glared at the barista, knowing it wasnât their fault, but still being irked. âfive dollars is way too much for a coffeeâ
Davey was already running late for work when he walked into the Starbucks, but he knew damn well that after not sleeping the night before heâd be useless today without a coffee. And just like God had fated him to be late, there was a lady, yelling at a probably just as tired barista. His air of professionalism slipped on with ease as he stepped towards her. âLet me get this one.â He gave the woman a kind smile and an almost apologetic one to the barista. âThe usual please.â He said to the boy behind the counter, pulling out his wallet. âMy grandfather was in the military, he basically lived off of dinerâs with discounts for veterans.â He turned back to her, handing over a wad of cash to whichever worker was closest.Â










