Café Ambróse

First Serving of Iced Vanilla Latte

As the blonde came in the café, the first thing she noticed was the line towards the single cashier counter. She made a clicking noise with her tongue as she resigned herself to look for a seat first. One of the things she heard about the café was the lack of waiting in line.

AJ had to admit, despite the disappointment, she couldn't blame the café for starting to gain popularity among the college students in her campus. Aside from being close to the university, Café Ambróse's building was aesthetically pleasing and she could tell that the atmosphere was conducive both to studying and just hanging out.

She looked for an empty table and settled on one of the round tables that only had a single tall stool. She set her backpack down on the surface of the table and tied her long, curly blond hair in a ponytail. She looked around the customers to see if she knew anyone there...

Nada.

Shrugging, she took her jacket off, revealing a long-sleeved turtleneck, khaki shorts over tight black leggings and brown felt ankle boots. Pretty stylish for a day at a café... because she had already ran out of normal clothes to wear.

AJ took out her phone and joined the line. She was at the backmost of it, so she figured she had five or ten minutes of waiting. She hummed along to the soft acoustic music, recognizing the song. She was so engrossed with her PDF reading on her phone that she didn't notice that she was already in the front of the line.

"Welcome to Café Ambróse," a male's voice greeted her. "What can we get you?"

AJ's attention perked up. The cashier had a nice, rich, British accent, paired with a smooth baritone voice. Her doe-like cerulean eyes met with a pair of stormy, gray ones.

The cashier guy had a handsome face with a strong jawline and high cheekbones, but the strong lines of his face were softened by his sandy blond curls. His lips curled up in a friendly smile that lit up his whole face.

"W-what?" Her cheeks suddenly felt warm.

The guy's expression suddenly turned a complete 180. His smile dissipated and it was replaced by a cold, slightly annoyed look. "I said-" he put a slight emphasis on the "said" "-may I take your order?" He mumbled something under his breath that AJ didn't quite catch. Something like "not doing that again".

The blonde flipped her hair over her shoulder and regained her composure back. She smiled as brightly and as sweetly as she could. "Yeah. I'll have a Venti iced vanilla latte with two extra shots of espresso."

Mr. British set his gaze on the monitor attached to the cash register and started typing her order in. "Venti, iced vanilla latte with two extra shots of espresso," he said out loud, "for miss-" He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow in question.

"AJ," she replied, still with a melodious tone. She sort of found it amusing how he looked bored, even though just a minute ago he had such a bright smile on his face.

Mr. British raised both eyebrows upon hearing her name and resigned to shrug. "For Miss AJ."

"Iced vanilla latte with two extra shots of espresso, coming right up," a girl with short red hair said, passing behind the cashier and onto their coffee machines.

"Would that be all, miss?" he asked her. "Anything else we can get for you?"

AJ smirked. "Yeah, actually. Your number." Her eyes glinted with playful mischief.

The cashier paused for a second, obviously taken aback by what she said. At first, AJ thought he would get flustered. He wasn't going to be the first guy she had reduced to a blushing mess with just a simple way of flirting.