Every Evening (Reprise)
Words: 6226
Summary: She was a barista, she owned the bookstore across the street, what more can I say?
A/N: Yes, this is indeed a rewrite for I wanted to do justice to the original concept. Plus, I needed a way to project my newest book obsessions...
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The first time Vi saw her, it was one of her worst days at work.
She hadn’t expected their little silly TikTok advertisement that Powder, Claggor and Mylo had recorded some days ago to blow up the way it did. It suddenly caused a surge of customers, particularly younger ones, that had rushed to the shop to try their milkshakes and coffees. Vander was pleased — Vi not so. Not because she was a miserable prick that wasn't satisfied that the business suddenly boomed, but because that meant extra work for all of them.
Well, nearly all of them. Because Mylo decided to fall sick and dip on them just a few days after they had posted the cursed video, leaving Vi alone to deal with all the orders by herself while Claggor ran around with his bike with the deliveries and Powder dealt with the cashier. There were just so many orders, a lot of which were just plain stupid. Vi could get through almond milk but she just couldn’t stand those who were so picky with their sugar (what the fuck did they mean by “tip of the spoon” anyway? there was no fucking way they actually could tell wheather there was more or less sugar than that). Vi had learned the hard way that it was best to just nod and do what she knew best. If someone complained, well, too bad.
Vi was just finishing yet another of those ridiculous orders when she walked in. At first, she didn’t notice as she was trying to get the milk on the cappuccino just right. But when she turned around, she almost spilled the warm coffee onto her.
Tall, with sharp blue eyes, complemented by long, dark blue hair that reached her waist. She wore a brown coat over a simple white shirt, dark pants and long boots. She had a bag strapped across her shoulder. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Vi gaped. Blinking, she gave the cappuccino to a clearly irritated customer and wiped her already sweaty hands on her apron.
“Morning! What can I get you?”
Vi internally cringed. She usually didn’t sound this excited when getting orders. The mental reprimand kept her so distracted that she barely registered that those red lips were actually moving. Vi blinked again. She was certain she looked dumb. She wanted to scream.
“Tea, two sugar,” Vi repeated like a broken gramophone. The woman nodded. “Right. Your name?”
“Caitlyn.”
Vi scribbled it down. “Please, step to the cashier over there and pay until I get your order ready.”
It was a simple order, really. But with the amount of agitation Vi suddenly got, she was anxious she would actually mess it up. She took extra pains to make sure it was perfect, even if it was a simple herbal tea. She could feel Powder’s gaze on her back, which didn’t help at all. With trembling hands, she placed the order on the counter and called onto her name.
Caitlyn
It rolled sweetly into her mouth. She could get used to it in her lips. Caitlyn picked up the order with a smile and left. Just like that.
