You stood outside the shop, your camera by your hip and your journal and pen in hand. Eyeing the passerby on the sidewalk. When you do look down, you hear a figure approach, figuring they were headed for the coffee shop.
"You arrived quicker than I expected you would."
You lift your head up, surprised to see he arrived so quickly.
"I could say the same for you."
He nods, gesturing towards the shop.
"Have you been here before?"
"Not that I know of, but as you've heard I tend to walk into places without knowing where they are or what they're called."
"You suggested the place though?"
"I knew it was available, and most likely worked for the both of us."
He chuckles a little, and despite being on edge about your mission, you smile. He walks over to the door and holds it open, gesturing for you to enter into the shop, the smell of caffeine waltzing into the air around you.
It had been a while since you'd been inside a coffee shop. The Dragons normally had coffee brewing all day, just whatever was cheapest. Typically you all drank it black while at the office.
You typically need loads of caffeine, testing technology keeps you awake most nights with bruises and pain, even painkillers couldn't take most of it away. So everyday you run off more caffeine than the last. It's a miracle that your heart hasn't given out. Doctors were shocked even.
"First question, Mr.Hamato." You ask as you walk towards the counter, pulling your wallet out of your pocket. "What's your coffee order?"
"Drip coffee."
You raise an eyebrow, before looking at the cashier.
"Hi, could I have a 16 ounce drip coffee?"
The cashier nods, giving you a smile.
"Can I get anything else for you?"
You tell him your order and wait by the counter, writing down his order for coffee.
"Just drip coffee? Really?"
"Were you expecting something different?"
"It's just... boring y'know?"
"There are nuances in good coffee that I find interesting. If you pay close enough attention, you can smell the cherry in a brew, and taste the chocolate undertones."
You raise an eyebrow, writing down a few scrawling words about his speech. Mostly pertaining to the idea that he was most definitely a coffee addict.
"I'm used to black coffee tasting like dirty bean water."
He looks at you like you're mad as the barista calls out your name, you smile and thank them for the drinks as you hand him his drip coffee. He smells the steam from his cup, before leading you to a table. You set your coffee down, and open your notebook.
"So, you want your name or alias in this article?"
He pauses, eyes quirked slightly, almost an indecipherable look on his face.
"What? Do I already have something on my face?"
He laughs a little, and you can't help but smile. His laugh you were finding was incredibly contagious.
"No, I just thought journalists could care less about the person in the article, and more about how the article does."
You roll your eyes. Letting your pen fall between your thumb and pointer finger.
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