Coffee Shop Soundtrack

track two

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 After his last class, Armin drove to the Sunny Bean Coffee Shop, the place where he works.

The Sunny Bean is a cozy little place. On the outside, it is a small red-brick building with a big window so you can see inside. On the inside, there are bookshelves lining the walls and works of art of local artists and art students from the college nearby. Over in the back corner, there is the barista station and the door to the kitchen where all the pastries are made. There were small tables and loveseats all around the center and front of the cafe and a fireplace in the front corner. All in all, it was a nice place to come and relax if you need some quiet.

Armin had loved the place since the first time he entered there and had their coffee. He applied for a job there as soon as he was old enough and made an effort to absorb everything taught to him while he was being trained for the job. He was the perfect barista; he never forgot an order or made it incorrectly. The shop’s regulars loved him and always made sure to tip him extra. 

His manager is an eccentric woman in her mid-twenties named Hanji Zoe. She had loved Armin since she met him and admired his work ethic. She hired him on the spot. 

Armin went back through the kitchen to the small back room they had and clocked in.

“Hi Hanji, I’m here,” he called out.

“Hello my little mushroom! How was your day?” she asked curiously.

He blushed at the nickname, alluding to his haircut. “It was fine, thanks. I’m going to go ahead and begin working, okay?” 

“Okay! You are allowed to leave whenever you feel like it since you put in extra hours last week,” she offered.

“Thanks Ms. Zoe,” he replied.

“Oh please, you’re making me sound old! Call me Hanji, silly!” She exclaimed.

“Okay, Hanji.” He then put on his apron and walked out to the barista station.

The day was like any other. There were the regulars that came in and there were bad, demanding customers.

Just as he was about to clock out a few hours later, one last customer came in. When he heard the door open, he called out without looking up, “Welcome to the Sunny Bean Coffee Shop, what can I get for you?”

When he did look up, he was met with a pair of huge green eyes.

“Hi, I would like a large caramel macchiato and a croissant.” 

The blond froze. Was he dreaming? The boy of his dreams was finally talking to him after all these years. He couldn’t believe it.

“Excuse me?” Eren asked politely. “Are you okay?”