Spy School OneShots

A Splash Of Coffee

It's been a while and I decided it was finally time to release a new chapter (I'm so productive, right?)

"Hey, Ben!" Armani, a buff bartender who also happened to be Ben's boss, called to him. "Would you take care of these two tables?" He gestured to the two tables near the sunlit windows of the small café.

Putting down his rag, Ben nodded in reply. He snatched two menus and walked to the door, where two people, a male and female, presumably a couple, were waiting to be seated.

"Hi, welcome to MintWood Café, my name's Ben and I'll be your server today." Ben smiled at the two people and led them to one of the tables. He handed them the menus and let them know to call him when ready to order.

Ben hurried to the door, where one person dressed in all black waited impatiently. Ben wondered if she came back from a funeral. Giving his usual greeting, Ben led her to the last open table, next to the couple's. 

"I would like a small cup of tea." the customer spoke, her piercing gaze rested upon him.

"Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve tea here." Ben forced a smile. The customer's glittering blue eyes were cold and foreboding.

"Fine, then I will have a small latte then." 

"Good choice, Miss," Ben jotted that order down on his notepad. "Anything else? I highly recommend the Spanish Omelette. It's our specialty."

The customer shook her head no.

"Okay, Miss. I'll be back with your latte." Ben made his way to the couple's table.

"Hello again," Ben whisked out his notepad. "Are you two ready to order?"

"Yes," the female one answered. She had curious green eyes and short wavy brown hair. "I'd like the Spanish Omelette special and the matcha latte."

"Okay. . ." Ben made a quick note and turned to the male. "And you, sir?"

"Oh, I'll have whatever Zoe just ordered." He smiled at Zoe and ran his fingers through his dark, sleek hair.

"Aw, Mike, you're so sweet!" Zoe cooed.

Ben barfed on the inside but just smiled at the two. (you guys have no idea how much pain I had to go through to write that scene... Im gonna go barf too 🤢🤮)

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"Here you go," Ben set down the plates of food in front of Mike and Zoe.

The couple grinned and dug into the steaming hot piles of food.

Ben hurried back to the kitchen and to get the unfriendly customer's order.

In the kitchen, Armani was flipping several pans of omelets. He was at ease, in his element of culinary. He noticed Ben getting the cup of coffee and smiled at him.

"You doing alright?" Armani flipped another omelet. Seriously, that dude is talented.

"Yeah," Ben replied, grinding the coffee beans. "Though there is a particular customer that seems on the edge." It was unusual for someone to come into MintWood Café and be unrelaxed. The atmosphere in here was perfectly the right amount of comfort, coziness, and aesthetics.

"Ah," Armani said thoughtfully. "Not a usual customer, then?"

"No," Ben answered. He made the espresso shot and began the latte art with the milk. Ben was especially proud of his latte art; he knew he did it best at the café.

Finishing the final touches, Ben exited the kitchen with the coffee in his hand. Humming a happy tone, he was close to the end of his shift.

"Here's your coffee, Miss- Gah!" Something slammed into Ben's shoulder, making him jerk wildly and the cup of coffee flew out of his hand.