Ensemble of Shards

{1} Mocha frappe

Day 1: Write a scene that takes place in a coffee shop.

To Phoenix, because because :D I think I'll dedicate another of my days to ya, 'cause I don't think this little scene fits the dedication >v<

powered by: Hugo (film), the scene where Hugo jumps on the cafe's tables, and Cary from Super 8

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Cary sat on the middle of his chair in the middle of the coffee shop in the middle of the mall. He fidgeted impatiently; his hot chocolate hadn't come to him yet. So he rapped his fingers on the wooden table and thought, hey, this seems pretty grown-up: ordering my first drink from the counter! And Dad let me pick my own drink from the menu behind the counter and barista bar.

He also prided himself for being able to read the letters hiiiiiiiiiiigh up the counter, a feat quite difficult for usual six year-olds. The other stuff on the menu were foreign to him, so he picked the only one he was familiar with, hot chocolate. His dad recommended mocha frappucino, but he stated he'll try it the next time.

Finally, Cary's hot chocolate came, along with his father's cappuccino. Cary noticed the waiter's nametag, which read, "Nemanja", and he stumbled over it when he took his chocolate.

"Um, thanks, mister, Ne-man-ja!"

The waiter smiled and chuckled. "You're welcome," and then whispered with an accent, "It's, eh, pronounced Ne-man-ya."

Cary smiled in turn, and as Nemanja returned to the counter he decided the accent was Serbian.

There was luscious whipped cream on top of his hot chocolate and he took a lick of that whilst the too-warm hot chocolate cooled. He then finished half of the whipped cream and stirred the remainder, like he always did. After a few moments of listening to the loud coffee bean grinder, he took a sip.

"Mmmmmm!" he exclaimed. His dad looked up from his computer.

"Pretty good, huh, Cary?" Cary nodded with bright eyes. Then his dad glanced at his cappuccino, and remembered something in an instant.

"Oh, Cary, can you please go over to the pedestal right there and get two sugars and two creams?"

Cary saw the pedestal and thought of it as an adventure.

"Sure, Dad!"

He skipped off with his sneakers hitting the wood floor and dark blond hair bobbing up and down.

"Sugar, sugar... White or brown?"

Anyway, he took one of each. Then he found some cream and his eyes rested on a shaker that said 'Vanilla'.

"Cool!" he mouthed, and took it.

Before he went back to his table, he looked at the whole of the coffee shop. It was well in the midst of people shuffling through the mall and sometimes they shuffled toward the warm-atmosphered café. Then he spotted someone who wasn't shuffling, but was running to the coffee shop. A brown haired boy two times older than him, that is. Suddenly he ran straight through it, and got lost into the sea of people again.

Cary wondered about the boy, then shrugged. He went back to his table and gave the packets to his dad and shook the vanilla into his hot chocolate. Pretty soon, there was only the powdery brown at the bottom of the mug. Cary's dad looked at him shaking his empty mug upside-down.

"Hey, hey." Cary felt something slipped into his hand. A dollar.

"Get yourself a croissant." His dad beamed at him.

"Wow... sure..."

Cary stood up and scanned the coffee shop, somehow expecting to see the brown-haired boy running through it again. And he did.

"Dad, erm, I think I'll need the restroom first."

"Oh..." His father looked at his laptop and decided he couldn't leave it there to bring him to the restroom.

"I think you can go by yourself, it's just over there, inside this café."

Cary decided to get his croissant first. Unconventional, bringing the croissant down to the restroom with him. But he wasn't like other people.

Cary spotted the boy go into the washroom. He looked at him through the reflection of the mirror while he washed his hands.

"Hi, I'm Cary." A really good day, he thought, I've started introducing myself to people. The boy snapped out of his trance, and grinned.

"Andrew."

Andrew gave his hand out for Cary to shake, and didn't seem to mind it being wet.

"Why were you running?" asked Cary.

"Well, my friend Rafael... I owe him five bucks."

Cary gave a laugh.

"Oh, wait, what's that sticking out of your jacket pocket?" queried Andrew. Cary laughed harder.

"A croissant."

Cary noticed Andrew was quite thin. He took the croissant from his pocket and broke it in half.

"Want some?"

Andrew looked confused.

"Really? Okay..."

Andrew munched on it and Cary sensed from his blue eyes that this was something Andrew had greatly appreciated.

"What do you do 'round here, in the mall?"

Andrew didn't stop chewing.

"I fix the faucets, pipes, stuff."

"Cool. Have you tried mocha frappucino?"

"Eh, what's that?"

Cary tittered. "I don't know either!" Andrew laughed, in turn.