Coffee

HEIST ONE: HENRI

heist one: henri the etymologist*

carina has been addicted to coffee since she was seven, but her broke ass can no longer afford any.

so she becomes a serial dater—at least, that's what she calls herself.

she joins an online dating app, sets her profile picture a selfie from last week (which highlighted her natural brown curls and pale lips) and writes a bit about herself.

soon enough, she's gotten a date.

his name is henri, and he's a twenty-seven-year-old man with a degree in etymology. sandy-blond hair, sharp cheekbones, and tall with a well-built body.

if carina wasn't completely and definitely asexual, she would definitely want this man.

she told him to meet her at the mcdonalds around the corner near the subway, and he agrees with a simple ':D'.

soon it's the day of her date.

henri meets her outside the store. he buys her coffee, and she uses her mccafe frequent buyers card to get stamps.

because she loves stamps.

"hey henri, can you get us a table out in the sun?" she says, smiling up at him.

she's done her hair in an elaborate do, and a loose curl is framing her face. she's recently gotten streaks; a muted electric blue that blends perfectly with her coffee-brown hair.

henry smiles back, and he's out the door.

the barista has missed this entire exchange; too busy with the coffee.

"madam, here's your coffee."

carina turned her smile on the boy, who grinned lazily in reply.

now all she had to do was slip out without henri noticing.

she looked out all of the windows, before finally spotting henri in a slightly shady area. before he can see her, she rams herself against the wall and slows her breathing. from her purse, she pulls out a simple green hoodie and slides it on.

she leaves the store without a second glance at henri, who is waiting patiently for her at a table with a small smile on his face.

x-x-x

five minutes gone.

ten minutes gone.

henri glances at his watch, before letting out a tired sigh. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, opens his chat with carina, and says, 'did u get lost lol'.

carina doesn't receive the message and henri is left to stare anxiously at the one dark gray checkmark contrasting against the light green of his message.

he slides out of his chair and steps into the shop, and he notices the boy who was serving them leaving through the back door. he runs over to him, and says, "hey dude, remember that lady i was with? with the blue and brown hair?"

at the guy's nod, he carries on. "do you know what happened to her?"

"she went out the door with your guys' coffee," he replies.

"but..."

"listen man, i gotta get home. i have a date with my cousin's sister's daughter's best friend's aunt."

as henri mentally traced the map of relationships, the server made his way out the door.

henri was left standing in the middle of the restaurant with a puzzled look on his face before someone snapped him out of it.

he then went home.

x-x-x

carina ducks into her apartment flat, making sure to seem as inconspicuous as possible so mrs next-door doesn't stare at her.

the coffee cups sit snugly in her arms, and both are still warm.

she drinks henri's first and revels in the warm feeling the coffee leaves as it slides down her throat.

after she drinks both coffees, she decides to go for a nap.

she never thinks about henri again.

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hello!!

okay, i know on my 'conversations' thingy i said i would be posting 'over the moon', but then this happened and i hAD TO—

hope you liked it!!

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