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Sugarcubes - Pearlet

Pearlet coffee shop au;
(no trigger warnings)

"It's two sugars, right?"

Violet looked upwards from her sketch pad at the presence of a voice foreign to any she knew, pushing her assorted colored pencils to the side. Her eyes found a girl with a septum piercing standing in front of her little bistro table, a ceramic mug cradled in each hand.  "Um...yes? Can I help you?"

The girl sat herself down at the seat across from Violet without invitation, scooting a steaming red mug of what appeared to be black coffee. Mystery girl's mug was a baby pink color, a small chip in the rim of the cup, but her drink was seemingly much more frilly than Violet's, not to mention over-sweetened. She could smell it's mocha sent just from it sitting near her, detecting notes of what had to be some sort of pumpkin flavoring based on the looks of the powder sprinkled on top of the swirl of whipped cream.

"Hi," she smiled softly, folding her hands overtop of the wood grained tabletop.  Her fingers were primarily accessorized with handfuls of assorted rings, dainty and of varying forms of metals and colors. "I'm Pearl," she introduced, shrugging the oversized denim jacket off of her shoulders, leaving herself in a white tee shirt with such wrinkled fabric that Violet wanted to cringe just glancing at it.

Violet nodded meekly, craving nothing more than to check back into herself and her lost within the pages inside her sketch book once more. "Um, I'm Violet.  Why did you bring me coffee?" She questioned, quietly, feeling that making eye contact with this Pearl girl was too intimidating and focusing rather on appearing entranced by the dim Christmas lights decorating the back wall of the bake shop.

The blonde girl shrugged, a lazy smile on her face. "Because I think you're pretty and I've got a big fat lesbian lady crush on you," she spoke bluntly, lifting her mug to her lips as Violet's face erupted with a darkening blush.

The dark haired girl in question coughed, words stumbled and mismatched together as she tried to contain herself. "I-uh-thank you?"

She liked to notice little things, Violet did.  She noticed when people slipped into class after the tardy bell, she overheard the tidbits of gossip from the girls sitting behind her in class, assuming she wasn't listening as her head was often shoved in a vogue magazine instead of inserting herself into conversation.  The girl liked to look at people, at strangers, and think of their little stories.

Pearl seemed laidback, and gentle. Her fingernails were stained with chipping remnants of a dark blue polish, so dark it may have just as well been black. Her hair was curly, frizzy from the humidity, like she had barely managed to roll out of bed before deciding to come into Shuga's little corner shop on a lazy, rainy Saturday.

She had little piercings scattered all over her ears, helixes, cartilage, little studs and hoops of silver sticking out just about everywhere there was skin to be stuck into.

"Do you always drink black coffee? I always thought that was more of a habit for heterosexuals and, like, the elderly," she teased, propping her head against her hand as she leaned into the conversation.

Violet shrugged, looking down to find that after this shortly-started discussion the liquid was still piping hot, steam rising from the surface. "It's not like, black black," she reasoned, tracing the rim of the mug loosely with her fingertip. "Two sugars, you know, since I guess you stalked me down for my coffee order," she snickered. 

Shrugging, Pearl slouched into her seat. "I figured you were pretty enough for it to be okay that you have an awful taste in coffee."

hi babes! first upload!
this was actually from a mini meet-cute tumblr prompt i did about two months ago but 2020 needs Pearlet!

much love for y'all :)