Chase me baby

The Cafe

Spencer

"So what do we know about arsonists?" Emily asked.

"82% are white males, between the ages of 17-27. Female arsonists are far less common, their motive typically being revenge." I stated.

"So we should look for a fairly young male?" Rossi asked.

"Yup" 

~A few days later~

Y/n

"Go to work bitch." My mom sneered at me, chugging vodka.

"O-o-ok.." I said, as I walked out the door.

~At work~

"Y/n! We need you to work  at cash. We're short today." My boss shouted.

I walked to the front.

"On it!"

Oh no. Working at the cash means having to speak to all the rude customers. Great.

"I'll have one an iced, Ristretto, 10 shot, venti, with breve, 5 pump vanilla, 7 pump caramel, 4 Splenda, and poured, not shaken. Thanks."  A teenage girl asked, white staring at her phone.

I didn't catch any of that.

"uh-"

"Oh and make sure its cold. But don't put too much ice. And can I have a glazed donut? You have those, right?"

"Yeah-h we d-do, but coul-ld you repeat the c-c-coffee order to me? I didn't get a c-chance to write i-i-it down." 

She sighed. Speaking like she was talking to a child, she repeated herself. 

"An iced, Ristretto, 10 shot, venti, with breve, 5 pump vanilla, 7 pump caramel, 4 Splenda, and poured, not shaken. Did you get that?"

I scribbled down the order.

"Erm yeah, it'll be ready shortly."

I handed the order to one of the baristas and called for the next customer. He was looking for something in his bag- a brown messenger bag, so I only saw his fluffy, warm brown hair, which looked strangely familiar. 

"Hi, um, can I have a coffee? Medium. With uh, lots of sugar. Well not lots, but, more than usual."

He looked up.

"Spencer?" 

"Y/n? Wow, what a coincidence!" 

"Y-yea it's crazy."

He stared at me with his bright hazel orbs and smiled. Not knowing what to do, I handed his order to another barista.

"Your-r drink should be r-ready soon." I said.

"Thanks!" He started to walk away, then hesitated. 

"U-um.. w-when does your shift e-end? I-I w-was wondering i-if y-y-you wanted to d-do something, maybe?" He said, moving his hands in circles a bit below his chest as he spoke.

I giggled. "Y-yeah s-sure! My shift ends in 2 h-hours..I can give you my number and c-call you then?"

"Yeah sure!"

I picked up a napkin and a pen, I quickly scribbled my phone number on it.