#much less completed

A/N: listen I know coffee shop AUs are overdone but I’m a slut for them and I’ve never written one so this is my free choice fight me

Emily had always romanticized coffee shops. Ever since she was a tiny little thing, way before she was even able to stomach coffee, Emily spent a lot of time with a cousin who worked at as a barista, and she grew to love the atmosphere of coffee shops. There are vivid memories of her coloring for hours at the table closest to the counter — her cousin occasionally checking on her — and gathering compliments from strangers as they passed by with their drinks in hand. Another memory of falling asleep curled up in a booth while her cousin closed up the shop, being carried to the car and breathing in the comforting smell of ground beans that clung to her cousin’s cardigan.