open to : F / M / NB
Tethered to the spot by her green apron, Nancy couldn’t do anything more than look out the front window of Starbucks, watching as the start of a heated argument began to unfold. Her headset was askew, partially slid to rest around her neck and caught in her ratty hair, allowing her to hear every muffled shout that came from the pair circling each other in the parking lot. “Think they’re married?” She wondered aloud to whoever was closest, gaze never straying from the window -- maybe it’d turn physical if she wished for it hard enough. The woman was fuming, screeching like a banshee while the man kept making wild gestures, Nancy’s attention repeatedly drawn back to the bulging tendon in his neck (that should not have been so hot). An amused huff flared Nancy’s nostrils before she threw her voice, going mockingly deep as she pretended to read the man’s lips, “C’mon, baby, I told ya -- she’s just my cousin!” And to think she’d been planning to go out for a smoke during her break.
