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General Hux AU

General Hux Imagine--Modern AU

Note: Hello, Lovies! It feels good to be back. Please not that General Hux from The Force Awakens is merely a character model for Brendol. No fan identity, background on the character, or Star Wars love necessary.

Warnings: PG-13

General Hux Imagine--Modern AU

The young man sniffed disdainfully, pushing the shop door open with his elbow. The place was uncomfortably quaint, a handful of polished dark wood tables with mismatched chairs, pushed against walls and windows in a put together yet haphazard manner. The farthest wall from the front was a large bookcase, but instead of novels, mugs decorated the shelves. The bar in the center took up most of the joint, and there was a young woman steeping a cup of tea behind it.

She was pretty, of course, but she seemed tired. The shop was empty, so he was observing honest emotion. The supposedly 'Sweetest Girl Around' didn't look quite so chipper when no one was watching. Her face was blank--much like his--and she stared down at her cup as though it had disappointed her. There was no tinkling bell on the door to alert her, and he moved quietly, so she had no clue he was there. The state of the place intrigued him, as from his shop across the street he always looked over at her but he'd never actually come in.

'Coffee and Tea' was constantly busy, people filed in and out on their commutes, students wandered in when it opened and stumbled out when it closed. There was a sign in the window, that read 'Wi-Fi password with every drink.' He knew for a fact that she, the owner, changed it everyday.

Y/n L/n was a curious figure, which he had learned about through second-hand experiences granted by his customers. She was the only one working in the place, ever, and she drove home in a tiny Kia every day. Everyone always said that she was 'The nicest person in the vale.' Whether this was true or not, he had never determined. He had been interested in this woman for months, ever since he moved in to the shop across from her.

Presently, she was staring at her tea, and her (H/c) hair was pulled back into a loose bun. She was dressed nicely, but mildly, and she had a loose shawl over her shoulders.

Brendol Hux was a tall, ginger tattoo artist who reeked of bitter mystery. His tattoos, pleanty as they were, were all strikingly gentle and intricate, though with his menacing aura they added irony to his aesthetic. On the day he walked into 'Coffee and Tea', he was wearing black slacks and a black vest over a purple quarter sleeve dress shirt. His sterile purple gloves were tucked away, as he was on a venture of pleasure as opposed to business.

Finally, he decided to make himself known. He cleared his throat and, immediately, she jerked up.

"Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?" Her voice poured like silk, and her face brightened almost immediately.

"What do you recommend?" He muttered, with a sigh. "I prefer coffee." Her smile brightened and she glanced back at the board.

"I do plenty of sweet coffees, but I get the strangest feeling you'd prefer something with a bit more to offer. Maybe...the Red Carnation?"

"And what, pray tell, is that drink composed of?"

"Well, it's a thick arabica bean whole roast, with a shot of caramel and raspberry."

"And what do you think of it, personally?"

"Well, to give you a hint, I could call it 'Whole roast w/ caramel and raspberry', but I don't."

He nodded stiffly. "I'll have that, then, in your largest size."

"Lovely." She set to work on his drink, and he leaned against the bar tiredly. Suddenly, while surveying the room, he realized that all of the mugs had labels except for a few.