@mslynch:
itās snowing, of courseĀ itās snowing - because nothing everĀ goes her way. pushing past gaggles of tourists ogling the grandeur of new york city in winter, jennifer lynch hurries to her favorite coffee shop. if she doesnāt get her coffee within the next twenty minutes, sheāll miss her class. but she is notĀ about to sit through a two hour lecture without caffeine either.Ā
she pushes open the door to the shop, the bell jingling a cheerful little tune that makes her cringe. shaking the snow from her hair, she sighs in annoyanceĀ at the line - before resigning herself to a place in back of the queue. jennifer busies herself with her flashcards as she waits, flipping through various legal terms.Ā
&Ā quicker than sheād expected, itās her turn to order. barely looking up from her queue cards, she dictates her order to the barista ā iāll have a venti hot caramel macchiato - no whip. ā suddenly struck by her lack of tack; jennifer frowns, and finally looks up at the baristaĀ (Ā who isnāt thatĀ cuteĀ stopĀ blushing, jennifer ),Ā tacking on an embarrassedĀ ā please. ā
@scientificxmethod:
It was looking like another long and busy shift for Erin, the redhead stuck asking orders from customers who barely even looked up form their phones enough to yell at her or her co-workers whenever they dared to ask for their names. It was why Erin always valued those handful of customers, usually students, who actually went through the trouble of wishing her a nice day. Customer service was the most ungrateful type of job, but alas, also the only one she could manage to combine with her studies.
Busy as sheād been taking orders, she saw the familiar brunette as soon as she entered the small cafe, and if anyone dared to call Erin out on the fact that she nearly let the styrofoam take-out cup slip from her fingers sheād punch them in the face. Of course, it was a stupid thing to have a crush on a customer - life wasnāt a romance novel, this wasnāt going to go anywhere - but Erin couldnāt help herself. The young woman was smart, pretty, quick-witted, and generally didnāt take anyoneās shit. Erin could respect that.
She went through the next few customers with a bit more speed than usual, beaming brightly when the brunette end up in front of her. Sheās mildly disappointed she doesnāt look up from her notes as she dictates her order, but Erin canāt say she really blames her. College is stressful, and she probably has an exam coming up. Erin herself also tended to take out every second she could get for last-minute revision.
āJennifer, right?ā Erin asked, as if she hadnāt remembered the young womanās name the first time sheād seen her.Ā āOn the house. You look like youāve got enough to worry about already.ā Erin smiled. Despite being a horrible coffee junkie herself, she sometimes used her own code to give free drinks to customers who reallyĀ needed it.
Generally this just meant Jennifer, and occasionally Abby. But Jennifer didnāt need to know that.














