a coffee shop au.

part 1.5 / later that day!

Annie was struggling to fall asleep at her 10 am class. Normally she slept through this class so she could have energy for her next one, where the mark actually mattered. The thing is, she was WIDE AWAKE. Annie hoped it meant that she just had a lot of extra energy today, not that she'd crash at a later course where she simply couldn't afford to lose marks. Damn you, adorable barista! You're cluttering my mind and I just can't seem to sweep you away! Our interactions are going to cost me my masters in criminology!! If my marks drop any more I'll have to kill instead of catching those who do!!!!!

Annie's phone buzzed with a text. She normally would have left the sender on read, but she was already a) awake as heck and b) it was her roommate. Heab never texted unless it was important- she was too busy trashing their apartment (just kidding- she was pretty organized and probably out having an adventure of some sort; she only had classes 4 days a week).
'Got a new customer coming by. I'm selling them some aged icebreakers, they taste better when they're old. More bitter, makes your tongue sting more. Like lemons kind of?? But sweeter. Think underripe oranges. haha lol.'
Heab was one of those people who typed so quickly they could write complete sentences if they wanted and still reply lightning fast. She never did, of course, but she could. This was a rare text with whole sentences and words...
Annie yawned. She didn't even bother to hide her phone as she wrote a reply- no one cared, anyway. It was a public speaking class everyone was only in to get the extra credits. The whole mark was basically attendance. Almost everyone slept, anyway.
'Super cute barista!!! Noppy!! Got her number!!! I would die for her!!!'
Heab didn't leave her on read, oddly enough. 'Oooo, fill me in! This is that class you normally sleep through right? No one gives a shit about your participation...'
Annie would've scolded her language, but then remembered that she swore all the time, as well as having taught her younger neighbor how to properly pronounce "binch". Sigh.
After a flurry of emojis and a very lovestruck description, Annie clicked off her phone. She gathered her binder, folder and pencil box secretly filled with noodles. The next class, a math class, was in a whole other wing. Annie regretted not ditching class early to make it to the other end of the school...

Noppy was banging her head on the expensive coffee machine. The paint rubbing off into her reddish brown hair was probably worth more than the wage she was payed per hour...
Nop couldn't stop thinking about Annie. She pictured running her hands through the warm-toned brunette's hair more than she'd like to admit, and honestly couldn't wait to see her again. Nop tuned on her phone to see if Annie texted her yet, and she was nearly ready to toss her dying chunk of metal into the bean grinder. No reply. Noppy was about to curse her phone into oblivion when a Ping! sound emitted from the phone in her hand. A text from Annie!!!!!!