A Latte With You | Rosé x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3

It was a Sunday morning, 10:30 AM. Y/n just got finished getting ready to raid and infiltrate Lisa's apartment. She was wearing a simple white shirt and a varsity jacket on top, paired with black pants, her hair being done half up and half down.

She turned on her motorcycle and clasped her helmet securely, hopping on and started driving to Lisa's apartment.

The woman was tapping her fingers along the music she was listening to onto the front part of the bike while waiting for the light to turn green. She snapped her head to the right as a black car came up beside her. Much to her surprise, it was Roseanne inside, bopping her head to a song. Y/n decided to wave to the woman in the car, Roseanne saw this from the corner of her eye. She thought it was some weird random rider that was waving to her, leading to her ignoring the poor barista.

Y/n chuckled, seeing Roseanne look awkward while quickly accelerating as soon as the lights turned green.

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"Open up you dingus!" Y/n shouted following it with her obnoxiously loud knocking.

"Okay! Okay! Hold on!" Lisa raised her voice, jogging to open the door for her best friend.

"Took you long enough." Y/n said, slipping inside Lisa's apartment that, as always, smelled like cats. Y/n loves Lisa's cats, she treats them like her own family as well. As of the moment, the cats were no where to be found, most likely hiding in the weirdest corners ever.

Y/n went up and sat on the couch comfortably as Lisa locked the apartment door, following towards the sofa as well.

"I have no food for you to eat, by the way." Lisa said with a monotone voice. Not even catching Y/n by surprise from the information.

"It's starting to get sad that I'm not even surprised." Y/n laughed out.

"Well maybe if SOMEONE could just raise my paycheck." Lisa grumpily said, getting a bag of chips from the kitchen and throwing it towards Y/n. She sat next to the barista.

"So...why are you here?"

"What? Can I not visit my lovely best friend?" Y/n said sarcastically.

"Be so for real right now." The girl with bangs let out a laugh.

"Okay, so like, remember the blonde woman that was mad because some guy spilled coffee on her? Yeah, she's literally so pretty once she calmed down. She came in yesterday; I tried talking to her but she dead ass ignored me. BUT GUESS WHAT? She left the cafe, of course, as usual, I have to go grab the mug, then I saw a note under it, and bitch, her number was on it. When I got home, I immediately added her contact. I acted like I was a debt collector and oh, my Lord, she acts like a mad woman on the internet. So, after telling her it was me, I asked her why she ignored me and she basically said it was none of my business following a goodnight, leaving me on read. Even after she ignored the fuck out of me, she's literally so pretty and I don't know why I'm all up her business." Y/n rambled without breathing throughout the whole thing.

Lisa stared at the woman dumbfoundedly. This is a pretty common situation for Y/n to ramble about customers she found attractive, but it was never this passionate and detailed.

"So... in conclusion, you want to make out with her...?" Lisa slowly asked making the barista stare at her disappointingly. "What? You were rambling about her like you guys have been together for 10 years. You can't blame me."

"Okay, shut up, I just find her pretty. That's it." Y/n defensively said, standing up and stretching.

"Right..."

"Shhh, let's go to the park, your apartment is as boring as ever." She dragged Lisa with her that was continuously complaining about her pajamas and how she needs to change.