hot chocolate and thrift shopping

december 5 - morning hot coco

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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karl briefly looks up at the bell above him as it jingles on his entry. he's sure the bell is probably there all year round, but he can't help but think it sounds so very christmassy.

he walks up to the counter, greeting the cashier with a chirpy, "hi foolish," and praying to whoever may listen that he got the brunette's name right.

"hey," the other boy replies, "karl, right?"

"yep," karl smiles.

"how is your teapot plant?" foolish asks.

"oh, let me show you," karl says, moving the bag in his hand from one hand to the other as he gets his phone from his pocket. he opens photos, finding the one of his letterbox tree and turning it for the cashier to see, "ta da!"

"oh my gosh, that's so cute," foolish grins, "and you managed to find a mini christmas tree!"

"yeah, i got it from the place down the road that you told me about," karl says, pocketing his phone again, "it is so cute there, i love it."

"it looks great," foolish compliments, "and very original."

"thank you!"

"anyway, what can i get for you today, karl?" foolish asks.

"just a hot chocolate today, please," karl answers, getting his phone back out again to get his apple pay up.

"takeaway cup?" foolish guesses as he types in the price and then jots down the simple order.

"please."

"okay, all ready for you," foolish says, pushing the card reader in karl's direction before turning back to give the order to the other worker. foolish turns back, looking down at the till, "okay, that's all gone through for you."

"would i be able to get your snap or something?" karl asks, pushing himself out of his comfort zone like his mom had told him to. "i haven't got a single new contact since moving here."

"yeah, of course you can," foolish smiles through a quick nod, "it's just foolish underscore s," he tells him, "foolish spelt the same as how it would be if you were calling someone an idiot."

karl giggles slightly as he types it in, "that's great, thanks."

"no worries," foolish dismisses, "i'm home-schooled so i don't really know anyone in the area either," he tells the brunette with a laugh.

"oh cool," karl says. he shifts his attention to the other worker as the blond passes him his drink, taking it in his free hand with a bright, "thanks. i'll message you later, foolish!"

"alright, c'ya."

karl offers him a wave before turning to leave back out into the cold. he wraps his hands around the warm takeaway cup, feeling the heat seep through as he makes his way down the road.