Café au Lait, Latte I
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Shidge (Shiro/Pidge)
Rating: Teen and up: for language, future PTSD, things will get intense later
Summary: Pidge couldn’t describe exactly what it was about this new customer that was throwing her for a loop.
Maybe it was the way he walked. He carried himself straight, like a soldier, but there was a sort of grace to it that mesmerized her. He had a defined jaw and a prominent scar across his nose, but those features couldn’t hold her as much as the sharp, piercing gaze that spoke in a language infinitely more important than words.
Author’s Notes: Shout out to @miraculousandcute, @cursemyshortarms, and @stardusted for the help and support as I worked on it and struggled with finding a title! (Many thanks to Kate, who even said, “it even has AU in it. What a time to be alive”). I have created a metaphor with that title, and if you ask nicely I might tell you a little more in a few chapters.
NOTES BEFORE WE GET STARTED.
This is both a coffee shop and a college AU, but Priya calls it “the most intense coffee shop AU I’ve ever read” so be warned!
Lost and Found (this is the AO3 link) is still my primary Shidge fic. I will prioritize updates for it over updates for this story, but I’ll still try to update on a monthly schedule if I can manage.
I use female pronouns for Pidge.
EDIT: I HAVE NOW STARTED REPLACING “PART” WITH “LATTE”. I HAVE NO REAL REASON. IT’S JUST FUNNY.
Also on AO3.
Latte I || Latte II ||
Of all the things she had imagined doing with her life, working at a coffee shop to pay her rent while she attended Garrison University wasn’t exactly at the top of the list.
That said, working at Café Altea wasn’t particularly strenuous. It was a cozy little coffee shop, with a quiet ambience that resonated with people and set a relaxing mood. Tables near the windows were lit by the outside and by small, dim lights, while a few tables near the back were more brightly lit, for those who wanted to read or work while enjoying their order. Rush hours at Café Altea were usually manned by two people and handled with minimal difficulty, and the patrons were, for the most part, pleasant and patient when they came during heavy customer traffic.
Katie “Pidge” Holt had been working there for about six months, teaming up with either her friend Hunk or her friend Lance for the evening rush, when her schedule shifted. Several of her required courses for her upcoming second semester at Garrison University were in the afternoon and evening, so she had to bid farewell to her partners in crime in favor of taking up the morning shift.
It was going to be a lot different handling the morning rush, because it was the only one that didn’t have two baristas. She’d miss Lance’s lame jokes and Hunk’s babbling…but at least she’d still get to meet up with them in one of their classes.
They all had to take the same physical education course, since the university was directly tied to the military and they were in the same unit. That part of the Galaxy Garrison’s strict training regimen had been with the three friends since they had started the associated high school together all those years ago, and they had been forced together as what was notoriously deemed the worst team in the training program’s history.