I HAVE A HATCHETFIELD OC AND NOW YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH ITTTTT
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The café was modern and bright, almost all white and grey, every surface flat and gleaming. Estelle stepped into line behind a bland-looking man in a business suit, having a conversation with a curly-haired barista.
”So…she’s not here?” He asked quietly. The barista looked annoyed.
“No, Paul. Emma is not here.”
“Well…will she be here?”
“Emma’s shift starts at noon today. I can get you a black coffee, how’s that?” The curly-haired woman threw a dish towel over her shoulder, scowling at him.
The man, Paul, sighed and placed his credit card on the counter for the barista to run. “Thanks, Nora.” He dug through his pockets for an extra few dollars and handed them to her. “That’s for Emma. And please, Nora. Don’t sing.”
She rolled her eyes and tucked the cash into her apron pocket. “I’ll give it to her when she comes in.” She stormed off into the back, presumably to make Paul’s coffee.
Paul stepped back, noticing another patron in the shop. “Oh. Hello there.” His voice was monotone, almost robotic. Estelle waved. “Good morning.”
”I like your, uh, sweater. Very…red.” Paul said awkwardly. “That’s a good color. Much better than blue.”
”I agree.” She chuckled. He was quite funny. “So, who’s Emma?”
”My…girlfriend. Well, not really, we haven’t put a label on it. But we are intimate!” His face flushed and he bit his tongue quickly. “I mean, not intimate like…we just…mutually like each other.”
Estelle laughed heartily, patting him on the shoulder. “I get it, man. Best of luck.”
”Thanks…I don’t think I caught your name?”
”Estelle! I run the thrift shop down the street, Cattail Creek. Have you ever been in? You look familiar, if I’m honest.”
He bit his lip, a pensive look coming over his face. “Maybe? Possibly? Yes, I think Bill dragged me in there one day. Is it the one with the cats inside? One of them licked me.”
”Yeah, those are my cats.” She chuckled. “They roam around the store sometimes.”
”I might have to come back sometime. You’re…slightly less insufferable than a lot of people I know. Like Ted. No one likes Ted.” Paul stared at her, dead-eyed, but Estelle had come to figure that was probably a normal, friendly thing for him.
“Whoever Ted is, I hope he doesn’t know that.” She fiddled with the sleeves of her sweater.
“He does.”
”Oh.”
An awkward silence filled the room, and Estelle was thankful when the barista, Nora, returned with Paul’s coffee. He took a sip and winced, burning his tongue on the steaming liquid. He took his receipt from Nora and nodded a goodbye to Estelle. She sighed and smiled, watching him leave and hurry towards one of the many office buildings, coffee teetering precariously in his hand.
By the time she’d turned around, Nora had disappeared into the back room. Standing in her place was another barista, this one with long, wavy brown hair with golden-blonde highlights. She had a full face of makeup that was done to absolute perfection. Her lips were full and plump, her cheeks had just the slightest blush, and her eyes were the color of coffee with cream, a sort of hazel-brown. She was smiling, and Estelle could feel her heart pounding. Her name tag read ‘Zoey Chambers - Beanies Manager’.
“How morning!” Estelle squeaked. Zoey narrowed her eyes, looking a mixture of confused and disgusted. Estelle clasped her hands over her mouth. “Hi, sorry, I tried to say good morning and how are you at the same time, and, it came out weird.” She met Zoey’s eyes, blushing deeper.
”Oh. Alright, whatever. What do you want?” Zoey moved her mouth, and Estelle noticed she was chewing gum. “Uhm…just an iced mocha latte.” She forked over the 20 dollar bill. “Keep the change. For a tip.” She was stuttering, tripping over her own words.
Zoey smiled, but Estelle could tell it was sarcastic. “Thanks. You know the policy for tips here, right?”
“Uh…no?”
Zoey pointed to a sign on the tip jar, one that Estelle had failed no notice: ‘Tip For A Song’. “You get a performance with your morning coffee.”
Zoey then burst into song, her voice a clear, vibrant alto. Estelle’s eyes widened as Zoey moved as gracefully as a swan behind the counter, dancing to the melody that came flowing from between her lips. Estelle’s eyes relocated briefly to Zoey’s chest, but upon realizing she was transfixed, flickered back up to the other woman’s face.
Zoey’s song finished, and she looked back at Estelle with a satisfied smirk. “Like what you see?” She started on making the latte, and Estelle could only nod, dumbstruck.
She handed Estelle her drink, shrugging. “For 15 bucks I had to give you a show. You’re kinda funny.”
“I am?" Estelle barely ever got compliments, especially not compliments from hot women with big boobs. Zoey laughed, handing Estelle her receipt. "Yeah. You dress kinda funky too."
"Is that a good thing?" Estelle blew on her coffee to cool it off while Zoey leaned against the counter. "Or are you making fun of me?
"The second one." She snorted, smirking. "In all seriousness, though, you are pretty. In a sort of...1920’s film noir sort of way. How old are you?"
"23 as of this January."
"Nice, same here. Well, not the January thing, I'm a Leo." She placed a hand on her chest, which caused Estelle's eyes to go there, which caused her to blush and look away.
"Oh. I'm a...I don't know, actually. My birthday's January 5th."
"Capricorn then, nice."
Estelle didn't know shit about zodiac signs, but decided to take that as a compliment, seeing as Zoey seemed knowledgeable on the subject.
"You got a boyfriend?" Zoey asked suddenly. Estelle nearly choked on her latte.
"Uh, no. I don't...swing that way." She admitted quietly. Zoey only seemed mildly surprised.
"I get that. I swing both ways if you know what I mean." She said with a wink. "I'm pretty much open to anything if it gets me a good time, maybe a drink. I only asked because I just broke up with my dickhole of a boyfriend and have been needing something from someone else."
Woahhh...that went from a one to a ten in record time. What does she want to do, hook up? Do I want to hook up? What the hell is happening to me? Am I still staring at her tits? I'm probably staring at her tits.
"We...we did just meet," Estelle stammered. Zoey's eyes were on her, unblinking. "Yes, and? I think you're cute. That's a lucky break for you."
She passed Estelle a slip of paper, a phone number scrawled on it in black Sharpie. "Think about it. I get off at noon."
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