Lisa really needs a cup of coffee right now.
She needs a cup of coffee if she’s going to function today because she’s been up all night crying her eyes out because Mingyu broke up with her.
I guess we’re over.
It was those four stupid words that made Lisa throw her phone across the room. Sure, she knew it was coming because they had been drifting apart for months. But she expected someone she’s been dating since high school to at least have the decency to do it in person.
Lisa doesn’t care though. He’s already taken most of stuff back, and she definitely deserves to keep his skateboard and his vinyls and that one hoodie that’s insanely comfortable. She’s just going to wash it a ton of times so it doesn’t smell like him anymore.
But she can’t do that right now because she can barely keep her red, puffy, aching eyes open. She’s already called out of work, and Rosé’s frantically texting her asking what’s wrong, but she can’t even talk to her right now because Rosé’s going to ask a million questions that will just make her burst into tears.
She just wants to grab a cup of coffee, go on a walk to ponder what she did to deserve this, and then take a very long nap before Rosé breaks into her apartment with a tub of peanut butter ice cream to get her to tell her everything.
After what feels like ages, Lisa gets herself out of bed. She takes a look in the mirror and cleans up her tear-stained face the best she can and puts on her comfiest hoodie. She grabs her headphones so nobody will talk to her, and she tries to put on a smile as she heads out the door.
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Muscle memory takes her to her usual spot a few blocks away, but she stops herself on the corner across the street. Her and Mingyu would study here in college all the time at the table by the window. And by studying, that meant getting distracted people watching and not getting anything done while they pounded coffees all day.
Lisa feels choked up at the thought, blinking away more tears as she stares at another couple sitting in that same seat. She takes a breath and heads in the opposite direction before she starts crying in front of the morning crowd of people heading to work.
Instead, she finds herself at a different shop, one that’s much more quieter than the other place. She orders a vanilla latte and sits at an empty table tucked away in the corner, perfect to hide away at while she tries to figure out a good way to get back at Mingyu for dumping her like this.
She turns her music up loud and stares at her cup of coffee. She stares at it and wonders about it harder than she’s ever wondered about a cup of coffee in her life. She wonders where the cup was made. She wonders who drew the logo for the shop’s artwork stamped on the side. She wonders if the coffee beans that were ground to make this cup of coffee had feelings too-
Suddenly there’s a shadow over her, and for a second Lisa wonders if it’s some demon coming to take her away from this weird nightmare she’s in, but she finally looks up to see a woman glaring at her.
This woman, whoever she is, looks like she’s been plucked out of a horror movie and dropped right in front of Lisa. She’s got pale skin and a scowl on her face that makes Lisa wonder if maybe her longtime boyfriend broke up with her over text this morning too.
The woman motions at the table, and so Lisa takes her headphones off and raises an eyebrow.
“What?”
“This is my table,” she states sternly, crossing her arms to make herself look more intimidating since she’s so short.
Lisa crosses her own arms and leans back in her chair. “I don’t see a reservation sign on it.”
