a wildflower doesn't have any roots..

when he responded it was a classic cisco response, say something rude and then when she snapped back with the same tone and harshness he would claim she was the one in a funk. she wasn’t even in a funk but if she was, it probably had something to do with the fact that he was acting like nothing had happened between them. that they hadn’t gone from whatever they were to practically strangers, and from his attitude towards her made it seem like he could truly care less. “i’m not in a funk.” she said coldly, she could feel herself putting up those walls that a year away he had smashed through. she had known him well enough, or well had known him well enough to know that his arrogant persona was mostly a way to keep her and others at a distance. she was about to leave, not wanting to give him any more of her time, when had made it clear that he didn’t deserve it. she had given it to him and it just resulted in her waking up one morning him gone and the days turned into weeks into months where she hadn’t heard from him. wren was the type to be dependent on other people, it just wasn’t like her, but even so she found herself growing more and more reliant on him. so when he bailed without so much as a word she had to admit it hurt, and caused a pain in her heart. a pain she refused to talk about a loud, especially not with the person who caused it. “you are one to talk.” she said annoyed when he mentioned manners, but still something kept her around. noticing her made her coffee, her original order it flooded her mind with memories. memories of the two of them sipping coffee and spending the night talking about everything and anything. nights where she’d spend laughing in his arms, falling asleep in his arms, waking up in his arms. it was enough to overwhelm her, because try as she might, she might not be as over it as she claimed to be. debating whether or not to take the coffee she took it quick and rolled her eyes at his comment. “no coffee in the world is dark enough to match that soul of yours.” she said leaving a five dollar bill on the counter and got ready to walk away.

wren: scratch that, taste test or it didn't happen.

“Alex we talked about this, when you say things like that it literally makes you sound a hundred. wait actually are you a 100?” she said jokingly, she liked to tease the man and even though he acted annoyed by it she knew he had a soft spot for her. “now I want fries, so you owe me fries.” she said smirking, she loved to push his buttons in a way that was never pushing him to far. it was all in the sense of good fun and maybe just a pinch of for the fun of flirting with him. 

wren had debated a good three minutes, maybe four on whether or not go into the familiar coffee shop. there was once in her life, a year ago give or take, to be exact when she spent many hours in the coffee shop. she’d spend hours doodling on napkins, reading books, and sending flirty glances at the barista until he finished his shift. things were a little less confusing back then. seeing as even though her relationship with cisco was never explicitly explained it was much easier to understand, where as now she barely saw the boy since he bailed without so many words. deciding she wanted a dark coffee she was refusing to let the chance of cisco being there from stopping her, and maybe she wanted to remind him just how ok she was doing without him. when she walked over and rude aburt comment about being closed she felt herself getting annoyed. “wow you should teach a class of customer service, truly you’ve found your calling, asshole.” she said her tone harsh and turned to walk away not bothering to give him the satisfaction of seeing he managed to annoy her.