biblical times.

caffeine addiction

lesbiansss n a modern au

i saw her behind the counter. she was playing with a espresso machine.

"oh," the cute blonde piped. she came to the counter,"what may i get for you today?"

"could i just have a small cold brew with 2% milk," i smiled and tried to make it seem like i wasn't just staring intensely at this woman's every move.

"is skim or oat fine," she asked, writing on the cup.

"skim," i replied without thinking.

"alright, is that all," she checked.

"yeah, just me."

"name for the order?"

i hesitated. usually i give a fake or random name for the fun of it, but i wanted her to know my name.

"wait- it's on your tag, charlotte," she smiled.

"oh," i looked down at my lanyard,"yeah, i came from work across the street, im a doctor."

"you seem awfully young to be a doctor," she raised an eyebrow at me in a playful manner while she scribbled my name on the cup in her hand.

"oh, that's nice of you to say, um, im pretty fresh out of school," i tapped my wallet anxiously on the counter.

"well, id trust you with my life, doctor," she oddly complemented,
"that will be $3.45, charlotte." i handed her a 5. she handed me my change but i put it directly in the tip jar (a $1.55 won't kill me).

i sat down at a table with two chairs and scrolled on my phone for only a minute or so before my name was called.

i was worried it'd be the young male behind the counter giving me my drink, but it was the cute blonde.

"charlotte," she shouted from across the small room. i got up and made my way to the counter.

"here's your coffee, with the unfortunate skim milk," she laughed. it wasn't really funny but i laughed with her.

"right, haha, thank you," i took the plastic cup from her hand and began to head out.

"wait," she called. i turned and she was making her way towards me.

"you might need this," she handed me a couple of napkins.

"oh, thank you," i smiled and awkwardly nodded. she winked and trotted back to work. i wrapped them around my cup.

i was still on break so i crossed the street, turned, walked a block down, and entered the employee parking lot.

i sat down in my car and took the moistened napkins off my drink.

"huh," i wondered quietly to myself, there was a slight black smudge on the palm of my hand. i picked up my cup and took off the napkins to try and wipe it off- "oh."

it was writing on the napkin!

fuck- okay.. hand sanitizer should work.

i grab a small, freshly scented sanitizer from my cup holder (because who is organized anymore) and pour a lot onto my hand, using a clean napkin to try and get the smudge off my hand. it worked only a bit.

i sigh and look at the smudged writing- it's still legible at least... kind of.

her number.
"fucking hell charlotte," i complained about myself to myself,"is that a 7 or a 9.. fucking dumbass put napkins around the drink instead of in your goddamn pocket-"

i took a deep breath and flatten the napkin on my thigh.

i took my phone out of my pocket and opened a new contact.

never mind.. i can't do this. imagine i message someone's grandma or something. i guess i just have to live on knowing i fucked up another possibility. little history on myself, ive never been in a relationship for over a year. it seems i just am terrible at communication in a relationship which has doomed me for life.

look on the bright side, that barista chick was probably too young for you.. yeah, too young haha- im her grandma, i went through medical school.

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"oh, charlotte, right," piped the blonde,"same as yesterday?"

"yes, thank you, and two iced lattes," i handed her a ten and a five dollar bill.

i silently waited for my drinks. it was my turn to supply coffee today, so id have quite the handful.

"charlotte," my order was called.

"hey, can i ask you something," the young worker asked.

"sure," i replied, nervous she'd ask about yesterday.

"you need napkins," she asked, winking at me while turning 90 degrees as to suggest i was going to say yes.

i laugh the ugliest laugh known to man,"yes please."

"napkinsss, coming right up."

she disappears behind some coffee-machinery type contraption for a moment then reappears with a stack of three napkins.

"careful with those drinks," she giggles in the most adorable way known to man as i try to lift the cup holder. my bag slides down my arm and the cups lose balance.

"and the napkins," i comment, adjusting my purse on my shoulder.

"yes, and the napkins!"