6. meeting at a coffee shop au
Alex is running late. Supremely late.
Her sister, Kara, was very likely tapping her foot in overexcited irritation at the dress shop, arms folded as she obsessively checked the time on her phone. They were looking at wedding dresses tonight, and she was supposed to already be there.
She looks at the queue for the coffee shop again, suppressing the urge to groan aloud and debating whether she really needed the coffee. It takes her about three seconds to confirm that, yes, she does need the coffee to survive Kara’s natural hyperness, so she sighs, dropping her shoulders and tilting her head back.
It takes another ten minutes for her to get to the front of the line- her order of “the biggest, blackest coffee you have” is met with a bored sigh from the barista, but she gives Alex her changes and looks expectantly to the person behind her.
“Large tea, two sugars, extra hot,” the woman stuns Alex- she’s got flowing black hair that almost gleams red in the light, and she’s dressed in tight black pants paired with a leather jacket and a shirt cut low enough that heat rises in the pit of Alex’s stomach. Her dark eyes flicker over to Alex, as though they can feel her gaze, and her lips curve into a smirk.
“Coffee for Alex?” the barista calls, and it takes Alex a second to pick her jaw up off the floor and turn to collect her coffee. She’s stirring extra sugar into it when, “Tea, May!” is called, and the woman grabs her cup.
She passes by Alex, and her voice is low and sultry and holy fuck she’s talking to me- “See you around, Alex,” she says, and she slips a napkin into the pocket of Alex’s coat before she’s out the door, the bell clanging behind her.
Alex slips the paper out, May’s number written in bold, black numbers, and she just stares at it for a moment, dumbfounded.
Her phone rings, forcing her back to the real world, and she picks it up, wincing at Kara’s highpitched noise of annoyance.
“Alex, where are you?? James and I are getting married in two months, I need a dress and I can’t pick one out without you here and Mom is getting annoyed!”
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m on my way now, I promise,” Alex says, shoving the note in her pocket and heading out the door, hailing a taxi that mercifully stops for her. She hangs up after assuring Kara that she’ll be there in ten minutes, and finds herself pulling the napkin out, staring at the numbers.
She punches them into her phone.