Oldies But Goodies:
Lucifer - SHINee
Sorry Sorry - Super Junior
Tell Me - Wonder Girls
Pinocchio - F(x)
Genie - Girls Generation
Step - Kara
Man Man Hani - Ukiss
Bad Boy - Big Bang
Keep Your Head Down - TVXQ!
Lipstick - Orange Caramel
So Cool - Sistar
O.K - B1A4
Fiction - B2ST
Heartbreaker - G-Dragon
Super Luv - Teen Top
Come Back Again - Infinite
Eat You Up - BoA
La Di Da Di - Cross Gene
The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.
The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.
Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.
“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.
Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.
“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”
“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”
“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”
“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.
When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.
At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.
Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.
The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.
“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”
Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.
Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.
Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.
The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”
slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke
up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t
help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played
upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.
‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your
co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just
‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just
told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped
from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost
making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was
A heavy sigh left your mouth and
you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.
‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the
voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the
voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about
the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.
Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit
puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went
upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had
no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash
blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this
chill and cute vibe.
‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,
Harry was a health freak. Everyone knew that! He was obsessed with anything related to green juice, protein shakes, vegan substitutes… The one time he let himself go was when he made a batch of nice cream - Which was literally just a frozen banana blended up. You, on the other hand… That was a whole other story. You could survive if the world’s kale supply disappeared. You could survive on pizza, pasta, tacos… Anything that was high in carbs, you were rooting for. (No one really knew how you two started dating. It seemed like the opposites attract theory was actually real in your guys’ case.) It always baffled Harry whenever he’d watch you spoon mouthfuls of sugary cereal into your mouth while he sipped at his breakfast smoothie.
“Good morning!” You chirped, popping a kiss to Harry’s cheek before making your way to the cabinet. You were in the mood for a hearty bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Cinnamon Toast Crunch always made you work more productively.
“Morning.” Harry hummed, his spoon clinking against the sides of his mug as he stirred his butter into the coffee. He was currently bandwagoning on a new trend - ‘Bullet coffee’, as he called it, was disgusting in your eyes. Who the hell would want to drink a cup of lard-flavoured coffee in the morning?
“How’s your coffee?” You turned back to glance at Harry before rummaging through the cabinet for your cereal. Odd. Very odd. You swore you bought a new box last week - and it was the huge family sized one too so you couldn’t have finished it in the span of five-ish days - but for some reason, it wasn’t there. The rest of your cereal wasn’t there either. Your Fruity Pebbles, your Cocoa Puffs, your Cap’n Crunch… All gone! In their places were cereals such as Cheerio and cornflakes - And they weren’t even the glazed kinds!
“S’good. Yeh lookin’ for something?” You shut the cabinet doors, flipping around to give your boyfriend a pointed look. “No cereal today?”
“What did you do?” You scowled, walking over to lean against the kitchen counter. “Where’s all my cereal?”
“I’m not sure. But since your cereal supply is gone, and since you’re a breakfast person who currently has no breakfast…” Harry paused, pulling out three apples out of nowhere with a wide grin on his face. “How about them apples?”
“Wha- where were you hiding those?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, Harry shrugging casually before raising the apples up a little.
“C’mon, give them a try. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, y’know.” Harry smiled when you reluctantly took one of the apples from him. It was a success! Finally, you were going to eat something healthy for breakfast. “They’re much better than your Apple Jacks.”
“At least my Apple Jacks taste better.” You frowned, pouting at the apple in your hand before you thought of something. “Ah, I know!” Harry watched as you walked over to the fridge and rooted through some things before-
“No. Y/N, no!” Harry whined, letting out a groan and holding the remaining two apples up. “I jus’ wanted you to have apples, not apples with bloody caramel sauce on top!”
“You’re the one who took my cereal away, so it’s technically your fault.” You shrugged, drizzling some of the sauce on the apple before taking an obnoxious type. “I might eat an apple for breakfast every day! Aren’t you proud of me?”
One of the great fad desserts of the 19th century, the Dobostorta, Dobos torta or ‘torte Dobosh’ was invented by the famous Hungarian confectioner Jozsef C. Dobos in 1884. Dobos owned a far-famed shop in Budapes,t that specialized in gourmet foods generally: at a time when shipping food over distance was usually unreliable, his shop routinely featured as many as sixty imported cheeses, as well as foreign wines, breads, and occasionally cakes.
The fame of the torte to which Dobos gave his name was probably at least partly due to its extravagant use of chocolate buttercream / buttercreme, at a time when most cakes were iced or filled with cooked creams, whipped creams, or custards. Dobos had brought the buttercream recipe back with him from one of his many exploratory journeys – in this case, a trip to France – and shortly thereafter introduced the cake at the National General Exhibition of Budapest in 1885, as well as featuring it in his shop. Due to all this publicity (for it became a favorite of the Emperor and Empress of Austro-Hungary), people in cities across Europe began clamoring for it: but Dobos refused to license out the recipe. Instead Dobos developed a special container in which it could be safely shipped, and “the cake with the secret recipe” soon started appearing in all the great European capitals. In fact, Dobos actually toured with the cake, personally introducing it in city after city, until the early 1900’s, when he retired.
The cake itself is straightforward to make. It involves either five or seven individually baked layers and these must never be sliced from a single cake: chocolate buttercream made with the best available chocolate: and a layer of caramel-glazed cake on top. Commercially available versions may taste nice enough, but cease to become authentic the moment there are more than five layers.
Things the peculiars would love about the modern world
(I know they would have had some of these things in the 1940’s but most of them are more common/iconic in the modern day, or they would have been in short supply during the 1940’s.)
Tattoos and piercings
Call of Duty
Touch screen devices
100 days of productivity (and similar)
Trying to decipher millennial speak (’Jacob what is lmao?’)
War time museums (’that didn’t happen trust me I was there’)
‘Save The Bees’ campaigns
High top Converse
Pokemon (he loves beedrill)
RuPaul’s Drag Race
Memory foam matresses
His first growth spurt in 70 years
21st century politics
Light up shoes
Winning those big stuffed animals at carnival games
Learning to drive
Phones small enough to fit in you pocket
21st century dental care
The customer asks for a latte. You make it and hand it off. The customer comes back and says, “I wanted this iced.” You remake the drink and hand it off again. The customer comes back and says, “I wanted this hot.”
The customer asks for a shot. A shot of what? You don’t know. They won’t tell you.
You work at a Starbucks. A man comes in asking for a triple shot venti latte with six pumps of vanilla and two scones. “I need you to ring each ingredient up separately,” he says. “I need my points,” he says. “They have my family.”
A new song comes on the radio. It sounds the same as the last song.
A group of teenage friends come in, all shouting their orders at the same time. Every order requires you to use the blender. They want to pay separately. Two of them want you to write something with the caramel drizzle on top of their whipped cream. None of them tip.
The fresh pot of drip coffee has been dripping since before your shift started.
“Do you have soy milk?” You haven’t had soy milk for three years. “Do you have soy milk?” You ran out and management never replaced the stock. “Do you have soy milk?” You’ve given up saying no. No one ever listens.
Your shift began at six in the morning. Your last shift ended at five-thirty, half an hour ago. When was the last time you left this coffee shop?
You look at the clock, it’s 12:37. You make forty-three drinks and put a new batch of scones in the oven. You look at the clock again. It’s 12:38.
You’ve heard about “break.” Those who take it are oblivious to the horde of people screaming for a drink. Someone has thrown up in the middle of the floor. The drive-thru line is up to twenty-three cars. Those who are on break see none of this. You know they will never hear your cries for help.
You’ve seen the outside world through the windows of the shop. It is a bright place. Thousands of people pass by your shop every day. They cannot know the horrors within.
Hello! What would the vets+104th favorite sweets or dessert be? (Sorry if this has been asked before)
Mikasa: Chocolate Reiner: cream pies Bertholdt: wine gums Annie: Chocolate covered chocolate with chocolate on top Eren: caramel Jean: sour gummy drops Marco: Baklava Sasha: Does Nutella count? Connie: marshmallows Historia: the souls of her enemies Jawbreakers Ymir: Minty stuff Armin: Bubble gum, that’s calming Levi: raisins Hanji: skittles Erwin: those things that pull out your teeth Nanaba: No candy, her diet! Mike: Black licorice Moblit: Jelly beans
This is a long-ass shit, and I’m not forcing you to read. Also, please be reminded that this is just MY opinion. We all have different opinions, and I’m here to simply share my thoughts, and not to convince you to change yours. So please don’t go to my ask pushing your opinion. I already heard yours. I woke up to a bunch of “asks” and I already know that some don’t like it, while some do.
My initial reaction:
• why is this so auto-tuned? Okay, Dinah’s voice sounds like smooth warm caramel on top of a sundae. Why is this so basic? Lauren’s adlibs tho! Why are the lyrics so generic? Oooh WFH melody… It’s gonna be a bop! Wait why is the chorus so blandly repetitive? But it’s not that bad. Why do they sound so alike?
• and picture me with my earphones on listening to the first verse, pre-hook, chorus and shit with a pensive look on my face, and disappointment running through my head like damn I wanted more…
But then Gucci Mane came in, (and I know I’m the minority in this one), but for me, the first authentic reaction the song elicited from me was his part.
Why? Because his part was so off and out of nowhere that it took me out of the rut I was in. Like imagine a flat line where the song was just monotonous, like a car cruising on a smooth freeway (not bad, but also kind of boring) but then you run into a pothole and you get jerked off your stupor…
That’s what gucci’s part was for me. A tiny spike on that flat line. A deviation that held my attention. I’m not saying it’s amazing. I’m saying that the grating sound of the bass and the randomness of it was what made me smile while listening to it. I’m not even exaggerating when I say that I was smiling the whole time I was listening to that weird bass with a tiny bit of goosebumps on my skin because I knew then that I COULD like Down without lying to myself. It was the only thing that caught my attention, aside from Lauren’s adlibs (which, girl, I wish she did more. I live for Lauren going offffff)
Don’t get me wrong though, I’m so done with these collabs with rappers, like I wanted to hear them alone, like they did with Boss (idc if you say that one is trash lmao, Boss is a bop for me. I fucking love that shit 😂), but if they really have to collab with rappers, I wish it wasn’t Gucci. Maybe Chance, or Migos damn…
But if it were up to me, I wish they would have collabed with female rappers. I still am salty that NTKG wasn’t utilized much. A missed opportunity with Missy Elliott like bitch you had to release TMG over NTKG? NTKG was at least more authentic with the sound it’s trying to project. It was old school and it owned it. Like Voicemail was reminiscent of 90’s bops and not lacing it with today’s trendy dancehall or tropical vibe. It has its own sound, and not a mix of everything generic we hear today where we hear a song and we automatically hear the edm producers more than the artist.
But OMG I digress, sorry.
So yeah, DOWN…
So after my initial reaction, I gave it a couple more listen, and then I watched the live performance, then I slept, then I woke up the next day and I listened to the audio a couple more times, watched the live several more, and here’s my conclusion:
• Down is that kind of a summer bop which grows on you. It’s not a bad song. It’s simplistic but also season-friendly. It’s probably what the label insisted on as their first release.
The reason why it probably feels lacking for me, aside from its repetitiveness, is that maybe it lacks another verse. It’s shorter than WI and WFH so it feels incomplete. There must be a reason for it. It could really be just a teaser.
• at this point in my 5h-stanning life, I’m not even expecting anything mind-blowing. All I want is for 5H to slay the charts, because this should be their era. They seem genuinely happy now and my god after everything they’ve been through (label shit and all), ALL FIVE OF THEM deserve our unwavering support.
• Sure, Down isn’t what I expected. Yes, I wanted more. I wanted more lyrics. I wanted a kickass sound. But, idk man, after several repeats, I think it’s a good enough bop.
• with regards to the vocals, I still hate the auto-tuned shit. I get that maybe they’re finally utilizing Lauren’s range, but I prefer that they don’t auto tune much because I could barely hear her rasp (which was still obvious in her live performance, despite the higher tone she’s using).
Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, making them sound the same as a symbol of their new sound’s “cohesiveness”, but I prefer old 5h where their voices are uniquely different.
• and I’m not even complaining that it sounds like WFH. I don’t have a problem with an artist using a tried and tested formula for ONE of their album’s single. It’s meant to hook the audience. It gives them that familiar sound which could make a NON-FAN recognize their older hits and draw them to the new one. Just because they said “NEW ERA” doesn’t mean that they should change their ENTIRE sound. There’s always that one or two singles that are meant to hook the general public. It’s a constant compromise a mainstream artist makes with their label.
(I mean, The Chainsmokers basically generate the same sound over and over and they’re charting as if they created music. And no, I’m not a big fan of the chainsmokers.
Point is, re-using WFH is not something unheard of. It’s a business move.)
You really can’t please everybody. Because when Lady Gaga released an album that felt authentic for her, some people criticized it and kept saying they wanted the old “Bad Romance” Gaga. When Lorde released her new single, Green Light, her hipster fanbase called her a sell-out and didn’t like that she’s deviated from her “sound” to be more mainstream and I was like bitch can’t an artist explore a different side of her artistry?
And on the flip side, can’t an artist use their old sound? My point is, Down was produced by the same people who made WFH for a reason. They are playing safe. They wanted a single that would generate enough attention like their previous ones did. Then maybe, just maybe, their next singles which probably showcase their authentic sound and lyrics will have as much impact since now people are paying attention.
Because no matter how much we want them to be authentic, they’re still a girl group under a greedy ass label who needs them to maintain what their idea of a girl group music and image should be..
And while Down is not something I’m particularly excited about, it’s starting to get stuck in my head, and I don’t hate it. It’s a light summery chill song that’s good to play with your friends while sipping on your drinks by the pool.
It is what it was supposed to be.
I get it, I was disappointed too. Down is a downer. But I’m not gonna judge the whole album with one single yet. I’m gonna wait.
This is why I wrote this one before Down was released:
Because I knew that I wasn’t expecting much from their music. I sure hope for more, definitely, BUT stanning 5H isn’t always about their music.
And just because I don’t like a few of their songs, doesn’t mean they don’t deserve my support.
I’m supporting 5h because they represent girls who are not a standard definition of what society thinks a girl should look like or how they should act like. They symbolize us. They showed us that one can achieve their dreams through hard work, and while they have been mistreated before (by their label and by fans alike) they still kept their heads up high, with grace and maturity, and kept on spreading love and inspiration, and they kept on smiling even if their hearts were breaking. They kept striving to be the best they could be, and it’s inspiring. And to see genuine warmth from these pop stars, their love and appreciation for their fans, is something that makes me wanna stan them forever. That’s why even if i really don’t like their music, I’d still keep on stanning them, because what they shared to us, the representation they gave us, the beauty and poise they all showed us, man, even if they fucking screeched for an entire album, I’ll be fuucking putting that on loop and still support their asses.
And I know it’s blind support, but I knew what I was getting into when I started supporting 5h. I wasn’t a pop person before this, I knew I won’t love their music so much. I stan them because I like them, plain and simple.
And I know it’s different for everybody. It’s all just a matter of preferences. Some could unstan just coz they don’t like the song, and that’s totally okay. We’re free to stan or unstan whoever we want. But like I said, it’s just one song. Let’s wait for the other singles and the album.
Ideally, I would love for them to show us everything they have as artists. This is their chance to go big. They have so much potential and I would have liked to see it shine while they’re still in the group. I want the brand Fifth Harmony to leave a lasting mark in this industry. I want them to be on the same spot as TLC or SG or DC. I want them to legit deserve their title.
And Down is not it. But guess what? Down is just one single. I’m gonna wait patiently for the rest of their stuff. I ONLY NEED THAT ONE CLASSIC HIT I’VE BEEN CRAVING FOR SINCE I STARTED LISTENING TO THEM. ONE CLASSIC SONG THAT WOULD STILL BE PLAYED GENERATIONS LATER BECAUSE IT’S JUST SO DAMN RELATABLE AND HEARTFELT.
That’s all I want. And I hope I’ll find that in 5H3.
Yes, Down is empty.
But I won’t unstan just because of one song. We can be disappointed (as I sure was), but I think that 5H is worth more than a few musical disappointments.
Request: Can you do an Ethan imagine where it’s your birthday and he does all these really cute surprises for you and maybe some gifts or something as well. Basically just him being the cutest and best boyfriend ever
Warnings: Fluff c;
You woke up to the sound of birds chirping near the bedroom window. The sun shinning through the blinds casting a warm glow into the room. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, stretching your arms as you sit up.
You look to the side of the bed where Ethan would be only to see a tray with breakfast on it with a cute little note besides the juice. You take the note delicately in your hand reading the hand writing you recognized as Ethan’s. You open and read the note.
I do not expect chapter 2 of Bid Ye Soft Farewell to be up until next week (My SO is in town and I haven’t seen him in a while). SO, I’ve created this silly little ficlet in the meantime. Kind of crazy, kind of out of character. But I had a hell of a good time writing it! Hope you enjoy!
Latte, extra hot. Okay, 2 pumps caramel, 3 pumps hazelnut. 2 shots of espresso.
Steam milk for extra 20 seconds and a caramel drizzle on top…
Beauchamp. You’re a goddamn coffee wizard.
“Caramel-Nut Latte for Duncan!”
I had been working for Mrs. Fitz
for nearly a year at this point while putting myself through school. Though I
loved the work that I did at university, there was always something so
comforting and homey about the café. Perhaps it was the mismatched green walls,
the exposed brick. Perhaps it was the baubles thrown haphazardly on the
shelves, or the odd paintings Mrs. Fitz liked to pick up at second-hand shops.
(The one with the chimpanzee queen was my favorite). Perhaps it was just the
constant smell of coffee that reminded me of my Uncle Lamb– God rest his soul.
It was an odd little place, but it was mine. I belonged here.
As if conjured by my own thoughts,
I heard the tell-tale backfire of Mrs. Fitz’s ridiculously old car. She really needed to upgrade.
“Ooooh, Claire, lass! Come help me
with the milk! I heard we were runnin’ low, so I bought three crates full!!”
Mrs. Fitz was terribly excited about that milk. I, however, did not share in
that joy. I knew “helping” in this case meant “carry them all in for me.”
“Aye, aye, Captain Fitz,” I saluted
her before going into the trenches. Or the trunk of her car. They looked
similar at any rate.
She was making herself a latte when
I walked back in with the third crate of milk.
“Mrs. Fitz! I’m utterly shocked
that you would waste company products for your own use!” I placed my hand over
my heart dramatically.
“Ach. I bought the stuff. I’ll do
wi’ it what I please.” And with that she took a sip, smiling the whole time.
Should I tell her she had foam on her lip? “Help yourself? I need to speak wi’
ye for a moment.” I waved her off.
“I’m all right. What’s going on?”
“My nephew is moving back into
town, and he was needin’ a job. I told him he could work here. Could ye train
him a bit? Show him how everything works?”
“Mrs. Fitz…” I was feeling extra
“I am appalled that you would use your position as owner and operator of
this establishment to hire those you are close to. Where is the democracy?”
“Tis no a democracy. Tis a
dictatorship.” Mrs. Fitz was the great-auntie I never knew I wanted. I couldn’t
help but laugh at her wit.
“Of, course I’ll help. When is he
“This Saturday, he’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here. Oh, and Mrs. Fitz?”
“You’ve got some foam on your lip.”
Saturday mornings were slow
mornings. No one had to be at work. Well, besides me, I suppose.
I was leaning against the counter
when the overhead door bell jingled. Perk
up, Beauchamp. Don’t look like a slacker.
“First customer of the day! Congrats!
What can I get for you?” I looked up at the man. I mean, really up. Could a man really be that tall, or were two kids
pulling a Little Rascals on me? He
leaned down, elbows on the counter. Now, I could really see him. Red curls.
Blue eyes. Freckled nose. Was he made out of marble? I had never seen features
“Are ye Claire?” His voice was like
the honey I put in my Darjeeling.
“Yes, I am. Who wants to know?”
“I do. I’m Jamie. Mrs. Fitz is my
great-auntie. She said ye’d be helping me? Learn, I mean.”
“OH! Of course! I’m sorry. Come in,
come in,” I said as I lifted the flip-counter. He ducked under my arm to get
through. “Sorry, that was a bit awkward. You could have lifted it yourself.”
“Aye, it’s all right. I appreciate
the chivalry, madam.” He drew out the word ‘madam’ as long as he could. I bowed
in return. He chuckled. We were off to a good start, here.
“So, Jamie what to you know about
coffee?” His cat-eyes went totally round at the question.
“Well, ye drink it.”
“Mmhmm. And have you ever made
coffee before?” I was skeptical that he had even heard the word coffee before
“Aye! I make it every day in my
“Bunns are for shmucks. This is the
big league. Can you handle it?” He faked a look of concern before turning his
attention back on me.
“Aye, I think so.” He nodded as if
trying to convince himself.
“Can you take the heat?!” I was
starting to sound like a coach, and he, my star player.
“All right! Let’s start with
espresso, shall we?”
“So, you’ve grinded the espresso
beans. Now what?”
“I put it in the machine…”
“No, no! You’re missing a step!”
“I tamp it!”
“Yes!” Jamie was a quick learner,
his brain absorbing the things I said and did. Like a big ole ginger sponge.
“You’re really getting the hang of it, especially for someone who didn’t even
know what a tamper was when he woke up this morning.”
“It looks a bit like a weapon.” He
rolled the bell shaped instrument in his hands.
“Perhaps to people with violent
tendencies,” I said, giving him a pointed look. He just rolled his eyes. “How
about you try to make yourself a latte or cappuccino?”
“Nay. I dinna drink lattes,” he
answered distractedly, still playing with the tamper.
“Have you ever tried one?”
“No. I’m a simple man. Dark roast.
Two sugars. Extra cream. These other drinks, they’re much too fancy for me.”
“Oh, Jamie,” I whined. “Be
adventurous. Live a little!”
“Aye! All right! If it’ll get ye to
stop squealing like a wee hog!”
“Did you just call me a hog?” I
should be offended shouldn’t I?
“No, I said ye were like a hog. Big difference.” Yeah,
“Oh, well. Of course. Huge difference.”
“Oh, come, Sassenach. I was only
teasing ye.” Oh, no, Mr. Fraser. You would not get off that easily.
“I know,” I mustered to most
dejected voice. “No, big deal, right?” Could I fake cry right now? That would
be the icing on this revenge cake.
“Claire, lass. Truly. I dinna mean
it. Ye’re no like a hog. Ye ken that right?” God, that sincerity was killing
me. I’d have to put him out of his misery…
“Oh, I know,” I perked up with a
huge smile on my face. I’m pretty sure I was showing top and bottom teeth. Realization cam over his face.
“Ye’ll pay for that. Make no
“Bring it on, Fraser,” I crooked my
fingers at him, and then quickly let them fall. “Later. We have a task to
“Which would be…?”
“You. Drinking some frilly, fancy
coffee you wouldn’t have otherwise.”
decided to make Jamie my favorite specialty latte. 1 pump chocolate. 2 pumps
almond. 2 pumps coconut. 3 shots of espresso. Extra hot. Whipped cream and
chocolate drizzle. I handed it to him hesitantly.
“What did ye put in this potion?”
“Just drink it, Ron Weasley.”
He took a small sip, smacking his
lips a bit and licking cream off his mouth. That
motion was a bit distracting.
“So…?” He contemplated for a
second, eyes studying the ceiling.
“Weel, tis a bit sweeter than I like…”
“But, it’s no bad. Well done,
Sassenach.” I blushed prettily and batted my lashes.
“They do say I make the best coffee
in town.” This wasn’t a lie. Some people did
“Do they now? Well, I’m glad I was
adventurous and tried one of your frilly lattes.”
“Good.” We sat in silence for a few
moments, as customers milled around. He was sipping coffee. I was day dreaming
about that argument I had with a customer last month… What an arse.
“Claire.” Jamie broke me from my
“Jamie,” I answered just as
“Since I’m being daring, I’d like
to ask ye a question.”
“Um, sure.” Weird, but okay. He
took a deep breath.
“Would ye like to go to dinner wi’
me sometime?” That was definitely not the question I was expecting. I was
thinking more along the lines of ‘Not to be rude, but why does your hair look
like that?’ or ‘Can you help me bury a body?’
“Dinner. Wi’ me. Tonight, possibly?”
“I wasn’t expecting that, but yes.
Jamie, I would love to have dinner with you.” I pleasant surprise, that was.
“Thank God. That could have been embarrassing.
Is 7 okay?”
“7 sound perfect.” Jamie Fraser,
prepare to get the pants charmed off of you.