#cooking hiddles

SUMMARY: Nothing is going right today. Absolutely nothing. If you got home and found that your entire world had gone to shit, you wouldn’t be surprised. But you do get home, and the world doesn’t fall apart, and a handsome gentleman knocks on your door in a moment that you need him most.

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A/N: unedited; i’ve been having some bad days and thought that if anyone else was, too, they might like to read!! much love x 

Perhaps it should have been a sign. There’s always signs, or omens, or stupid fortune cookie slogans inside plastic wrappers that forecast the day. Or perhaps the stars and the planets just weren’t aligned the way they were supposed to be, and this was just a typical bad day for your star sign (or moon sign, or whatever sign, really). Either way, everything was so very wrong.

If anyone had told you that you’d wake up in the morning to a broken coffee maker, which by the way, was working perfectly fine a mere 24 hours before, you would have planned ahead. You would have redownloaded the Starbucks app, or you would have gotten up a whole 10 minutes earlier to walk down the street for a cup. But no, no one thought to inform you, and no fortune cookie from your takeout the night before foretold these events. So, you awoke to a broken coffee machine and an irritability meter that continued to fill with every second that passed you by.

By the time you were done getting ready for your day, you were pissed at the world, and more importantly, at your lack of caffeine. However, anger does tend to drive a person through life full-throttle, so you were somewhat pleasantly surprised to find time to get some coffee at your local cafe. You were not pleasantly surprised to find that the coffee they gave you was far too sweet, and the second one they offered in compensation wasn’t even coffee. Now, typically, you could be patient. You knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of irritability and impatience, but the ticking of the clock made it so painfully obvious that you were now running exactly 7 minutes behind schedule. When the manager of the store, Andrew, you believed his name was, apologized for the newest trainee’s mistakes, you wanted to be sweet, you wanted your smile to be kind. But god you were pissed, so the tight lipped smile and gritted acceptance of the apology was unfortunately all you could muster. You were handed the correct coffee two minutes later, and then you swiftly turned on your heel to exit.

Luck clearly was not going to be on your side this day.