The bell chimed as Tyrone stepped inside the quaint building. His pale hands combed through his snow-white hair, as he took his beanie off. He tugged his wool jacket off, revealing a light blue sweater underneath.
He inhaled deeply, as the smell of coffee and pastries wafted up to his nostrils, pleasantly waking his dull senses up.
His ice-blue eyes glinted behind his horn-rimmed glasses, as he scanned the place. It was well-lit, considering it was overcast outside. There wasn't a long line, probably because it was barely 7 AM. His best friend was right.This did seem like a pleasant café.
He yawned, walking up to the counter. He didn't get any sleep last night because of some last-minute requirements, but he also didn't want his heart to palpitate so early in the morning. He just needed enough caffeine to keep him from sleeping in his first period lecture class.
"Welcome to Café Ambróse," the girl a the cash register said. Despite it being early in the morning, her gray eyes were alert. The blue streaks in her raven hair and the circles under her eyes made her look like she was ready to fight anyone who tried to mug the café. Heh. Mug the café.
Tyrone almost smacked himself for that thought. It was the lack of sleep thinking.
"What can we get you this morning?" the girl asked, with a smile. Though, to him, it looked more like a sneer.
Tyrone instinctively leaned away from her. "Uh, yeah." He squinted up at the menu. "Can I have a grande iced vanilla latte with extra syrup, please?"
Scary Girl punched his order on the screen. "Would that be to-go, sir, or not?"
The albino glanced at his watch. He still had time to kill. He could stay and eat something for breakfast. He deserved a good breakfast after last night!
He was just about to answer when another girl interrupted him. She emerged from a door behind the counter.
"Sorry, I'm late!" she said, a little breathlessly. She had short red hair that looked winded as if she just ran a marathon. She was relatively more petite than the cashier.
The cashier looked over her shoulder and flashed the newcomer with a warm smile to acknowledge her.
Meanwhile, Tyrone's eyes met with the newcomer's. She had a pretty, freckled face and warm emerald eyes. Her cheeks turned pink at their accidental eye contact, but she gave him a polite smile that made Tyrone's heart skip a beat. She bowed her head slightly and turned to her work.
The albino didn't realize he was still staring until the cashier cleared her throat. "Sir?" Her gray eyes, despite her smile, were several degrees colder than earlier. He could tell. He was the king of icy gazes.
"Y-yes? I'm sorry. I was, uh, I was-" He couldn't possibly say he got distracted by her colleague.
The cashier heaved a sigh. Tyrone figured he didn't like her that much. "I said, would you like your latte to-go, or not, sir?"
"I'll, uh, I'll just have it here," he muttered.
"Would that be all, sir?"
Tyrone's eyes wandered for a second. His gaze landed on the back of the ginger's head. Then, she looked over her shoulder and their eyes met again. Both of them flinched, obviously embarrassed at getting caught stealing glances. "Uh... do you guys serve waffles?"
"We serve breakfast meals only until 9 AM."
"Two waffles topped with maple syrup, butter, and blueberries, please."
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Café Ambróse
Любовные романыThere was a new coffee shop a few blocks away from the university campus. There were flyers pinned everywhere for it, announcing its soft-opening a few weeks back and students were buzzing about how good and affordable their coffee and food were. Th...
