Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your...
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, loss of virginity, blood, mentions of cheating, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 8.5K
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"Uh," you look over the lengthy menu of the coffee shop. It was more than just a K Cup and CoffeeMate. The menu was extensive, and you just wanted coffee. Exactly how hard was this supposed to be? "Well, what would you suggest?"
The girl slumps her shoulders staring at you. "Coffee."
"Oh, I, um...I like caramel, and...I prefer creamy coffee. Not too sweet. Mamaw always says you'll rot your teeth if it's too sweet. Which she always likes drinking sweet tea all day."
"What kind of coffee do you want?" The girl says shortly. She definitely wasn't making this process easier, and still you apologize to her for the inconvenience, and being too dumb to figure out what coffee you wanted.
"Candace!" Another girl steps up behind her. "Please go make yourself useful and make some cold brew. Sorry. She's...well, she's just blunt. With very little patience and rarely is up front. Name is Tori. I'm always here. Own the place. What's the problem sweetheart? Overwhelmed?"
You give her a bit of a nod, and she looks over your body a bit. Smiling as she steps back. "I'm sure you would love some of the seasonal brews, but everybody needs a go to coffee. You look like a caramel girl. Yes?" She was lovely. Much nicer than Candace before her, and it was like she was reading you to determine your perfect drink. "Okay, today, I'm suggesting a caramel macchiato. Don't be afraid to tell me it doesn't work. Or are you a tea girl? Judging by that accent I'm guessing it's the good ole sweet tea, though. You already have the sugar in there?"
"Yeah. Two cups per gallon. I'm more of a one and half cups per gallon, but my Papaw always gives me a side eye. You gotta steep the bags for a long time. Actually I bought me and Mamaw some tea from Ireland, Lyons tea. Have you heard of it?"
"No," she giggles at you, sliding over a cup of the iced macchiato that another employee had made, and you give it a taste, moaning at how good it was. "I only keep the best beans here. So you're into hot tea?"
"It's not terrible. I like a black tea, but herbal tea wasn't for me. It's," she points at a customer behind you, and you raise your cup. Walking over to find a seat. You liked it here. It wasn't pretentious, and the owner enjoyed having a traditional coffee shop while still trying to have high quality products and trying new things.
You smile, looking out the window. You liked it. You felt comfortable. You pull out a book, casually reading and sipping on your coffee. Settling back in the cozy chair. It smelled amazing here. It was one of the first times you felt comfortable. Apart from any times that the hot Bostonian was around you.
