"I have a non-fat, extra hot, no foam, two-Stevia latte for Rosie. And a mocha with extra whip and cinnamon powder for Lisa." The barista calls out.
"I'll go get them." Lisa says as she rushes off towards where their drinks are now sitting on the counter.
Rosie looks up from her computer and watches as Lisa swerves around the people that are standing around in the crowded cafe. Earlier this morning, when she slowly found consciousness again after a very long but amazing night with Lisa, her sleepy eyes were met with bright, piercing green ones. The smile on Lisa's face was so sweet that it made her insides feel all knotted up. She wanted to stay right there, and in Lisa's arms all day long, but instead she reluctantly forced herself up and out of bed. She had to remind herself that whatever they have going on between them is, and needs to stay casual.
Whenever she and Lisa spent time together, with or without them ending up in bed, Rosie has expected there to be an awkwardness that follows immediately after. And yet, it has never happened. Her mind drifts back to last night. Even though she knows that it is not what Lisa would want, after their conversation, she sees the younger woman in somewhat of a different light. The woman she has gotten to know over the course of the last few weeks, is strong and independent. She always smiles easily and lives as though she has no demons, but Rosie knows now that is not entirely true. Neither of them has brought up the conversation again and Rosie knows that is probably for the best. At least for now. She is still watching Lisa as she heads back to the table with a brilliant smile on her face and she could not help from smiling back at the brunette.
Lisa places Rosie's coffee onto the table, careful not to spill it as the mug is extremely full. "Here is your incredibly ridiculous coffee order, beautiful lady." She says with a smirk.
Rosie rolls her eyes. "Stop exaggerating. It was not even that bad."
Lisa laughs. "Tell that to the poor barista that was taking the order and had to make it."
Rosie shakes her head as she brings the mug up to her mouth, carefully taking a sip. "Mmm. This is delicious." She says before placing her drink back down into the table. "How did you know about this place, again?"
Lisa takes a drink of her mocha. "Well, it was one of the few places that I liked when I was here a few weeks back." She hesitates for a few seconds wondering whether she should add her next thought and does so anyway. "It is pretty close to where Irene works..."
Rosie hums when she remembers the sole reason for Lisa's trip to New York before was to help Irene get settled in. "Oh, I see." She says slowly before turning her attention back to the computer screen.
"You really are super cute when you're jealous." Lisa says teasingly with a grin as she leans over the table towards Rosie.
"Don't flatter yourself. I was merely acknowledging your last statement." Rosie says trying hard to hide the irritation in her voice but realizes right away that her tone is too harsh.
"Alright, alright." Lisa concedes with her hands up in surrender. Rosie's comment stings her a bit, but she does not want to argue or push the subject further so she just gets up and walks over to a coffee table where there is a disarray of already read newspapers. She shuffles through them until she finds what she is looking for before walking back to their table. Then without even a glance in Rosie's direction, she takes another sip of her drink and opens the sports section from three days ago.
Rosie immediately feels a pang of guilt the moment Lisa gets up and walks away from where they are sitting. When Lisa sits back down in her seat, Rosie tries to make eye contact so that she can apologize, however she finds Lisa avoiding her gaze. She finally slides her computer over to the side so that she can lean over on the table towards. "Hey..."
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Spontaneous Layovers (Chaelisa)
FanfictionLisa Manoban and Roseanne Park are both leaving New York on Christmas morning to fly home to Seattle. By chance, they are seated in the same row and strike up a conversation that only complete strangers might be comfortable with. Lisa's past is fil...