EXTRA SHOT, NO NAME
SYNOPSIS: She comes in every morning with the same coffee order. A small ritual that has your heart racing, but you don't even know her name.
WORD COUNT: 1.8k+ words. | CONTENT: vi x barista!reader, kind of fluffy, slow burn, the tiniest bit of angst (physically hurt vi), pretty tame tbh.
note: it's my first oneshot. feel free to comment, give constructive criticism, etc. hope you like it!
The cafĂŠ is mostly quiet, the espresso machine hissing in the background and people waiting in line to buy some coffee. Some couples are sitting at the tables, having a quick breakfast before leaving to move on with their days.
You sighed, looking at the clock. 10:27am. Anytime now..
Your thoughts were interrupted by your friend's singing voice. "Someone is waiting for her favorite client."
âNot true,â you furrowed your eyebrows, âItâs just a very slow day.â
âSure, sure, itâs not a certain pink-haired girl,â Cait chuckled, amused at how her words made you blush.
âWhat? Pfft, of course not.â
Caitlyn looked at the door as the bell chimed and chuckled once again, âOkay, then I can take her order.â
You looked at the line and felt your heart skip a beat when you recognized her cherry pink hair. She was standing there, casually eyeing the pastries that were showcased on the counter as she waited.
She stood in line, hands inside the pockets of her black leather jacket as she softly balanced herself on her feet. Her blue eyes looked tired, as usual, with slightly furrowed brows. She was biting her lower lip, as if she was deciding on what to order. As if you didnât know already.
She was a regular at the cafĂŠ; you had memorized her order by now.
âLarge americano, extra shot of espresso, and a splash of oat milk,â she half-smiled the first time she told you the order, âYou know, lactose intolerant.â
âSure thing, and your name is?â
âUh, no name, Iâll be waiting right here.â
You have seen her every day for a bit over two weeks now, and still, you didnât know her name. After the first week, you just stopped asking for it. It didnât mean you stopped being interested in her, though.
As the waiting line advanced while Caitlyn was taking the orders, you watched her come closer to the counter. Just as her turn arrived, Caitlyn sighed exaggeratedly and turned towards you.
âHey, (y/n), mind taking over the register for a while? Iâm going on my break.â
You knew it was nowhere near the time for her break, but you nodded and blushed as Cait winked at you as she left towards the back.
âHey,â the pink haired girl greeted you, âGot worried for a sec thinking you werenât taking my order personally, hun.â
âSame as always?â you tried to brush off the flutter on your stomach at her comment.
âYup, and donât forgetââ
âExtra shot of espresso, got it.â
She nodded, a half-smile on her lips. That was another thing that intrigued you, why wouldnât she ever smile fully? Yeah, sure, she was most definitely tired, but during these weeks of knowing her âcould you really say you knew her?â, you never saw her smile properly.
You drew a happy face on her cup and went on to prepare her coffee, while she rested her arms on the counter and scrolled through her phone.
As you moved across the tight space, you could sometimes feel her eyes on you. Well, you werenât sure if she was really watching you or if you were just nervous in her presence. But when you turned around, you could see her blue eyes quickly turn to her phone as she cleared her throat.
âLarge Americano, extra shot of espresso, oat milk,â you called out and put the drink in front of her.
âThanks,â she grabbed the cup and gave it a quick sip, sighing gratefully, âThis is so good. Youâre the best.â
You blushed and made a quick gesture with your right hand, âItâs just a lot of practice. Have a nice day.â
âSee you tomorrow, hun.â
You let yourself smile after she turned around and walked out of the cafĂŠ, covering your face with your hands as soon as she was out of view.
ââSee you tomorrow, hun,ââ Cait imitated her voice and put her arm around you, âGosh, sheâs hot. If you donât give her your number, Iâll give her mine⌠Just kidding, just kidding!â
Cait laughed as she grabbed her side, where you elbowed her jokingly.
The rest of your shift went swiftly, and you had made up your mind: you were going to be a bit bolder and ask her out tomorrow.
And tomorrow arrived, but the pink haired girl didnât.
âMaybe she got caught up with work or something,â Cait told you when she noticed your saddened expression at the end of your shift, around midday, âI bet sheâll be here tomorrow.â
But another day passed, and she was nowhere to be seen. Then another day, and another day, and another day⌠a full week went by before you saw her again.
You were preparing a caramel latte when Caitlyn took the syrup out of your hands out of a sudden.
âHey! Give it back.â
âSomeoneâs asking for you at the register. I got this, you take their order.â
Your confused expression turned into surprise as you looked at the counter and saw the pink-haired girl looking at you. She raised her hand and waved it at you, and you noticed the bandages covering it.
You gave Cait a quick âthank youâ and made your way up to the register, clearing your throat as you took a good look at her.
Her usually tired eyes looked more swollen than before, as if she hadnât slept well in days. There was a purple-ish bruise on her cheekbone, and her lower lip had a faintly red, thin cut. She was leaning heavily against the counter, trying to look relaxed but her stiff shoulders gave the fatigue away.
âHey, missed seeing your face,â she greeted you, looking intently into your eyes.
âAre you okay?â you looked down at the bruise on her face, concern taking over you.
âIâm fine. Can I get the usual?â
âWe have a first aid kit in the back. Let me grab it andââ
She shook her head, âItâs nothing, hun. You worry too much,â she brushed it off with a half-smile, âThis past week Iâve been craving my coffee, though.â
You bit your lower lip, still worried about her, but you werenât going to push her. You nodded and went on to prepare her usual order.
Any other day, she would wait next to the counter and âyou could swearâ watch your every move. But this time, she walked towards a table, and you noticed she winced as she sat down, grabbing her torso with her bandaged hands.
âWhat happened to her?â Cait whispered next to you, as you prepared her Americano.
âI have no clue.â
âGeez, probably got in a fight or something,â your friend let out a sigh, âYou should have seen her look around when she arrived. She even said, âI want her to take my order.ââ
You felt your heart skip a beat and rolled your eyes at Caitâs chuckle, âStop it.â
âItâs cute, you know, seeing you and your crush pine over each other.â
You shook your head, taking a cup to put the girlâs drink on. You instinctively grabbed a sharpie, stopping once you remembered you didnât know her name. You gave her a quick look, noticing she had her eyes closed as she slightly rested against the chair.
Your hand moved almost on by its own, writing a quick âTake care, pleaseâ on the cup before you served the drink on it. Before you headed towards her table, you grabbed a pain-au-chocolat and made your way to her.
âHere you go,â you mumbled so you wouldnât scare her.
She opened her eyes and looked at the table, but you spoke before she could.
âThe pastryâs on the house. Itâs pain au⌠itâs a chocolate croissant, but itâs not super sweet, itâs actually dark chocolate. You know, since you like a stronger flavorâŚâ
You scrunched your nose as you noticed you were talking way too quickly, slightly shaking your hand in embarrassment.
The pink-haired girl took the cup in her hands, and you noticed how they trembled slightly as she lifted it towards her lips and took a sip. She instantly closed her eyes and hummed.
âItâs better than I remembered,â she whispered.
She opened her eyes once again, looking at the words on the cup. You blushed and tried to mumble up a quick goodbye, but something else took you by surprise.
A soft, full smile spread over her face. Not the usual half-smile you were used to seeing, no. Her eyes crinkled slightly, and her jaw relaxed, even her head tilted a bit.
It was the most beautiful smile you had seen.
âThank you so much, hun,â she looked up at you, still smiling, âI really appreciate it.â
You brushed it off with a shrug of your shoulders, feeling an unbearable heat in your face and knowing you were burning red, âItâs nothing.â
You were scrolling through your phone when you heard the bell chime, looking up and smiling softly at the pink-haired girl who walked up to the counter.
The bruise on her cheek was already fainting and the cut on her lip was barely visible, it looked like she wasnât going to have a second scar.
âGood morning,â you greeted her, âThe usual?â
âHi,â she smiled at you, the same smile she had given you yesterday, âYes, please.â
You nodded, grabbing a cup and a sharpie, âOat milk, extra espresso, no name?â
âVi.â
You looked up at her, blinking slowly as you tried to process what she had just said.
âSorry?â
âMy nameâs Violet,â she clarified, clearing her throat as you noticed her blush slightly, âFor the Americano.â
You grinned, writing the name down on the cup. Violet. A pretty name for a pretty girl.
âOkay, Iâll be back in a sec.â
The pink-haired girl Vi leaned against the counter, not even hiding the fact that she was following your every move. The way your hips swayed as you walked, how you prepared the drink with ease as you had probably done hundreds of times before, how you slightly moved to the background music.
She was delighted, her eyes practically glued to you as you found your way around the counter and cafĂŠ bar.
Once you were done, you turned around and noticed Vi staring at you. She gave you a full smile, teeth showing and eyes crinkling, too. God, you were starting to adore the look on her.
âLarge Americano for Vi,â you called out jokingly before setting the cup in front of her.
Violet grabbed the cup and took a sip, humming as she usually did, âYou always make it better.â
She was already walking back home when she noticed something else on the cup. Underneath her name, there was a phone number and a note: âcall me â(y/n)â.
Violet smiled and took another sip.
Fifteen minutes after she left, your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen and noticed a text from an unknown number, but you knew who it was.
Unknown: Hey, hun. Wanna grab a bite after your shift?
You: Sure. My shift ends at 1 :)
Unknown Vi: Iâll be there at 12:50 ;)














