You always thought that you would love being a barista at Starbucks. You have been working at Starbucks for a few months now and boy, you couldn't have been more wrong. All the rude customers with their stuck up attitudes and their complicated drink orders.
One day around the end of a long shift, three guys walked in with Washington Capitals hoodie on. You immediately recognized the three of them, Andre Burakovsky, Tom Wilson and Michael Latta. They each came up to order. First was Tom, who ordered a venti s'mores frappucino with low fat milk and an extra shot of espresso. Next was Michael, he ordered latte macchiato with skim milk and a shot of caramel. As a joke you wrote Michael "Latte" on the cup. Finally It was Andre's turn. You expect a complicated order like his friends but to your surprise he didn't.
"Hi miss, can I get a Tall blonde coffee just like you." You laughed and he smiled at you. "Sorry about them they are actually really cool."
"It's no problem at all. It's kind of my job."
You made their drinks and wrote you number on Andre's cup. Later that afternoon you got a phone call from Andre saying that it was actually kind of cute that you had the courage to write your number on his cup.
The next couple days following that,Andre came in and ordered the same thing everyday. It was always a sense of relief to make his order. The two of began to hang out and you always looked forward to him coming in to see you at work.
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NHL Hockey Imagines
FanfictionA collection of my hockey writing. Short stories and requests of different hockey players.