Little Writings

Crisis at the Coffee Shop

'ello readers! I preset to you another short story with Carter and Blake!

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"So, how come we were called in by the agency?" Carter asked Blake, who was typing away on his laptop.

They sat in a coffee shop, where the aroma of brewed caffeine and baked goods filled the air.

"It's a last minute mission that no one took up earlier. Someone famous is going to be stopping by here, incognito and he or she has taken something that belongs to us. And we need to protect whoever this is from any haters of fans."

"Who's the celebrity and what is the target?" Carter leaned forward, now very interested.

"I don't know who it is but the target is a data file disguised as an earring," Blake then added flatley, "and no, you cannot blow their cover by asking for their autograph."

"I won't ask for their autograph for the whole world to hear, jeez do you think I'm that loud?"

"Yes, yes I do."

Carter rolled his eyes then eyed a cookie that a worker handed a customer. "What kind of coffee do you want?" he asked, his mouth now watering.

"A vanilla frappuccino."

"Anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Carter brought out his wallet and waited anxiously in line for what seemed to be like hours. He heard the bell at the door ring but before he could look, the man at the front desk was already asking for his order. He shifted toward the checkout counter and watched as they put together creamy goodness and grab a chocolate chunk cookie from the tray. A teenage girl brought him the treasures, saying, "Are you the one who ordered a vanilla frappuccino, chocolate cookie and a peppermint latte?"

"Indeed I am," Carter leaned against the counter, trying to look cool. After he payed, he winked and thanked her.

As soon as he turned around with both hands full, he ran into something solid. The impact caused the hot liquid to go flying from his hands and splattered on the person that he had rammed into.

Carter's eyes widened at the sight of one celebrity that he labeled under the category, 'Freak of Nature.' He cussed and Carter growled an apology as the girl from the desk came up with a mop and paper towels.

"I've got this," she told him.

"Nah, this is mostly my fault, I'll help," Carter insisted.

"Are you sure?"

Carter took the paper towels from her, "Positive."

After they cleaned up the mess, she demanded to replace the coffee on her, and continued on when Carter protested. She handed him the drinks with another thank you and Carter thanked her and hurried over to Blake, who had watched the whole scene with a humored smirk, "Well, looks like you made a friend."

"I know right?! She even gave me her number by writing it on one of the cups."

"And as you noticed, our celebrity has arrived. You wasted your accident on him."

"Blake, is he," Carter pointed rudely in the celebrity's direction, "the one we have to steal from and help?"

Blake chuckled, "Why don't you just ask for his autograph?"

"Blake!" Carter whispered yelled, "It's not funny! I seriously think we should let the papierosy man-handle him!"

"Hey, at least it makes sense now why nobody else took this mission. And besides, the agency will pay us a hefty price if we follow through with this so deal with it."