Ordered a chai tea latte and they were out of the large cups so she gave me a xlarge. I was thinking it would be hot to hold since the largest cups are plastic and not paper. I should have said something bc the next thing I know…it is an iced chai tea.
Like a huge iced tea that I only drink hot because fuck I don’t need a cold drink on a 91 degree day. I’m Floridian. I’ll survive.
So she hands me this beastly abomination and my social anxiety is like “smile bitch, don’t hurt her feelings or be THAT customer. You should have said hot you deserve this now be sad but don’t let her see.”
Now I got this cold heathen in a supersize and I got to drink it because I paid for it. It tastes the same…just friggin cold
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I WAS READY TO DIE . i was going to die with your name on my lips , with the smell of your skin filling my soul . there is panic evident in his eyes until there isn’t . there’s a MATURITY , a solemnity , an age . ❝ because … i love you . ❞ oh , to say it aloud . ❝ and … i should have died . ❞ I AM ALIVE . ❝ … wanna run away now ? ❞ // @chaied
notes | I have a deep love of coffee shop au’s but it’s not something I’ve written much. Inspired by the au list@celestialmiracle posted even though it’s not actually one of the prompts.
title | an extra shake of cinnamon
a force of nature in a neat skirt, a splash of color contradicting her sensible
heels and a stern frown that doesn’t subside until she has her fingers wrapped
around a steaming cup of chai, dropping it away from her lips following that
first slow sip. It’s only then that she smiles, a tiny little lift of carefully
painted lips that reaches right into the depths of her dark eyes and lights
every corner of the room.
morning, like clockwork, she clicks in to the coffee shop, a sharp and even
beat that he recognizes without even looking up (he tells himself it’s because
she’s a regular, that that’s why he knows the precise length of her stride, the
exact cadence of her step but he doesn’t actually know anyone else’s and they
have plenty of other regulars). She orders that same chai latte, gives her name
(as if he’ll ever forget it) and then waits anxiously at the end of the counter
for Iris to slide it over, steaming hot and collared and sprinkled with an
extra shake of cinnamon.
sacrifice a few seconds of quality customer interaction if he’s busy, just to
watch the transformation that chases that first sip, warming her expression and
seemingly infusing a little life into her day.
Bixlow swallowed and smiled. “Yeah, a little. Mostly tired, hungry and a little itchy. How did you find me?” he asked as he waited to be unchained and let go. God, where were his babies? “Did you find my babies?”
“Mmmhm.” She nodded, Looking around before selecting her weapon. She had never been one to try and patiently pick a lock. “I already found em, Didn’t grab em though, I had to have both hands free to knock open the door.” Lexus stuck her tongue out as she looked at the chais. “Er, look away.” She heafted the large heavy item she could only assume was used for breaking things such as bones perhaps, and brought it down on the chain Hard