Jenlisa Oneshots

chocolate, raspberry, cinnamon

Working in a coffee shop seems to be the staple of every college story. The store where everyone is family and they always laugh and joke and have fun, with no rude or impatient customers to be seen. The reality of it is quite the opposite: Lisa spends most of her days deeply considering selling an organ to pay for her tuition instead, as working on minimum wage and pitiful tips isn't getting her too far. The customers, on the whole, act as if she doesn't exist at all, and for every overly nice one, there is an overly mean one. The people Lisa works with are okay for the most part – Jisoo is a good manager, and runs a tight ship, but some of the other employees are just useless.

On one fine afternoon, when the sky outside is grey and rain drizzles, Lisa is occupying herself with checking syrup levels and contemplating the fragility of life. There's a lull in customers which Lisa usually attributes to the extinction of the entire human race (she's also usually wrong) when the doorbell chimes.

A woman walks in, soaking wet despite the rain outside being more accurately described as a sprinkle than a storm. On her (pretty) face is a very obvious scowl, and she stalks up to the counter. Lisa envisions a tiny, angry storm-cloud hovering above her head.

"What can I get you?" Lisa asks, the smile on her face born from too many years spent in customer service.

The first noise she makes is a grumble, before actually getting to the ordering. "Largest hot chocolate you do with two pumps of raspberry syrup, one pump of cinnamon."

It's a strange order, and Lisa's not sure she's ever served someone who wanted that particular combination before. "Alright," is all she says, though, as she punches in the instruction's she's been given before taking payment. "Name?"

"Jenny."

Lisa hums – strange name for a strange order. "Won't be long."

On the top of the cup she writes "Jenny", because how else do you spell that name? Then she starts to fill the order the way she's been instructed to, including what Lisa considers an inhuman amount of syrup. To be fair, though, Lisa considers anything other than black coffee too sweet.

There's no one else in the store, and Jenny is leaning against the counter, waiting for her drink. She's also dripping all over everything, and glaring daggers at the wall.

"Here you go." Lisa places the finished creation on the counter, name visible on the white lid.

Jenny returns to herself, and the glare softens only momentarily before it has a new target. "You spelled my name wrong." She states, glancing back up at Lisa before taking her drink, turning on her heel, and leaving.

"Have a nice day." Lisa blandly responds once not-Jenny has left, staring at her as she storms down the street, hunched over her hot chocolate.

When the brunette is out of sight, Lisa has to look at something else, and her eyes fortunately alight on the water slide not-Jenny created on the floor. Brilliant, now she has to mop up too.

Maybe things would be better if the entire human race had gone extinct.

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Lisa finds herself pleasantly surprised when not-Jenny returns later that week, which is, well, surprisingly. Lisa doesn't ordinarily take kindly to girls who are rude, leave water everywhere, and refuse to tell her how to correctly spell their names. However Lisa can't deny that not-Jenny piques her curiousity - and Lisa loves having a problem to solve.

This time not-Jenny is (thankfully) not soaking wet, but is wearing an even more furious look than last time.

Lisa likes to think her memory is pretty good, and so by the time the other woman is ready to order she has most of it on the screen. Hot chocolate, two raspberry, one cinnamon. Ew. "Six thirty-five, thanks."