"I would like a depresso,"
"What's that?"
" It's an espresso for depressed people."
OR
Where Draco finds himself more addicted to the cute barista than her coffee.
[post war]
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DRACO DIDN'T COME to Espresso Patronum in the morning. Camila tried not to feel disappointed. She couldn't help but overthink about why he hadn't come. Theories like how he was sick to how he fell in love with a pure blood and ran away to Russia circled her mind.
Her train of thoughts broke when Draco entered the cafe. He smiled at her, a smile that she hadn't seen on him. It made her feel warm and mushy on the inside, like drinking hot chocolate on Christmas.
"I would like a depresso," He ordered with a goofy smile on his face.
"What's that?"
"It's an espresso for depressed people."
Camila silently made his coffee. When she gave it to him, he said "you know I meant it as a joke, right?"
"I know. I just don't want you to be sad alright? I want you to be as happy as you make me," Camila said. Draco smiles softly at her. He looked around, seeing that there were very little customers, he pulled her closer.
Wrapping his arms around, he whispered, "As long as I'm with you I'll be happy."
He kissed her on the cheek, trying to make her smile. As that didn't work, he tried to kiss her other cheek when a few voices broke them apart. "Why does this keep happening?" Draco muttered before looking up.
Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were cat calling and wolf whistling, getting a few glares from the rest of the customers.
"What the hell are you three doing here?" Draco asked, looking pissed off.
"Well, somebody forgot that they had agreed to come to lunch with us to celebrate my birthday," was all that Pansy said.
Draco looked apologetic. He quickly finished the coffee, hugged Camila and left with Pansy, Blaise and Theodore.
