some sugar for your tea ; quackity

"just a small hot chocolate please"

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i quickly shut my apartment door behind me, my body getting exposed to the cold foggy morning. i made my way down the street, passing by the small bookstore i promised myself to check out a few days ago.

i looked up at the small shop, a big sign that read CAFE marking its entrance. small chairs and tables sat outside of the cafe, small white roses sat in vases on each of the tables. i walked in, a small bell rang throughout the store announcing my entrance.

"juliette!" emilia, the small cashier waved over to me from the counter. a smile illuminated her face, her eyes doing most of the smiling since her mask covered her lips.

"hi," i answered, walking over to the back to set down my things and start my shift. as i walked back out to the counter, i started my daily opening routine with emilia. everyday it was the same, i appreciated the early quiet mornings we often spent together.

"how you've been?" she asked, cleaning the leftover dishes from the closing night before. they never did shit.

"the same, though classes been kicking my ass lately," i answered back to her, focused on setting up the cash register.

"i get that,"

the rest of the day resulted in silence, occasionally cracking jokes at each other over the many countless of helpless customers that walked in during our shift.

the sun soon made its way back to its resting place, visually reminding me that my day would have to start all over again tomorrow. but i pushed away the cringey depressing thoughts, physically making a face of disgust.

i heard emilia set down the rag she was using to wipe down the counters, i looked over at her and then over at the door, the small bell ringing was what caught both of our attentions.

laughter came from the phone the short man seemed to be holding. he looked up, only his eyes being visible on his face. a mask and a LAPD beanie covering everything else. emilia looked over at me and scoffed, she was clearly annoyed that a customer had just walked in five minutes before closing, and so was i.

i quickly put on my customer service voice and tried to catch the man's attention.

"hi, how can i help you?" he whispered something to his phone before putting it away and looking up. his eyes skimmed over the menu, and he soon answered.

"just a small hot chocolate please," i nodded, ringing him up. emilia prepared his drink, carefully sliding the sleeve on the small cup. she handed it over to me, it felt like my eyes were slowly dropping closed.

the night before i had stayed up late finishing up a paper for my creative writing class. i had reached a brick wall with writing and stupidly wasted my time pulling up my old creative minecraft world instead of trying the many "anti-procrastination" strategies my therapist had suggested. 

and as i handed over the drink to mr. LAPD beanie, my hand slipped, the sleeve not providing the support it advertised.

i watched in slow motion as the lid flung off, and the drink spilled all over the floor. and all over his pants.

A/N :

i first wrote this last year february, i completely forgot that i had this story started ngl. 

but i just rediscovered it, and i was bored so i thought why not.

i still love taylor, obv (though i didn't get eras tour tickets ...), so i hope to keep the original theme and plan of the story!

i hope u liked reading it! i won't lie, i dont like dsmp anymore however i feel too lazy to think of someone else and change my whole storyline lmao.

love,

author <3