SARA enters the coffee shop, waving at Dylan. He waves back, his other hand in his
pocket, because what the fuck is he supposed to do with his hands-- and Sara's in front of him before he can think any more about that.
"Did you already get something?" Sara questions.
He shakes his head, "No. I basically just got here, and I wanted to wait for you, anyway."
"Such a gentleman," Sara teases, a soft smile stretching across her face.
The two of them approach the barista, who has a pissed-off expression on her face. Charming.
"Can I just get a small iced shaken espresso?" Sara asks, and the barista looks her up and down.
"Do I know you?" She says.
Sara shrugs, "...I don't know, do you?"
"Are you the girl who sings those horny song outros on tour?" questions the barista, and Dylan chuckles.
Sara raises her eyebrows, "Yeah. Yeah, that's me."
"Is this the guy Nonsense is about?" The barista asks, and both Dylan and Sara widen their eyes.
"What?" Sara says, "No."
"Definitely not," Dylan shakes his head.
"Whatever," She sighs, "Will that be all?"
"Oh, no, can I actually get the espresso too?" Dylan requests.
"Yeah," The barista nods, "That'll be $11.37."
"Jesus," Dylan mutters, reaching for his wallet.
"Oh, no, it's fine," Sara assures, "I got it."
"Really?" Dylan asks.
Sara nods, "Of course."
Dylan's eyes widen a fraction when seeing inside of her wallet. I mean, yeah, she's famous, but I guess he didn't consider how loaded she must be.
Sara pulls out one of the cards in her wallet, handing it to the barista, who swipes it while giving Sara a look with her eyes narrowed.
"Thank you so much for coming to Blank Street Coffee," The barista rolls her eyes, "Have a wonderful day."
The two walk away from the barista, giving each other a look and chuckling softly.
"Do you think she really wanted us to have a wonderful day?"
"Definitely not."
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Romance"i mean, i've never heard of you." IN WHICH: she's everything! and he's just dylan.
