Special Order (Open)

[Lennox Bessette]

Another fucking late night shift. Was her manager nuts? Did he really think that the petite blonde was responsible to be at the coffee shop at night, ALONE? He was nuts. Or maybe he just was incredibly aware of Lennox's unfortunate social life which was pretty much non existent despite her best efforts. No matter what the reason, here she was, alone, again, at 2 am without the prayer of a soul in site. 

So she did what she did best and blasted Beyonce, danced around the shop, and continued working on the Lennox special, a latte that she hoped would taste a bit like a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup with a kick. She'd been working on it for weeks without any luck. 

The music was blasting so loud that she didn't hear the customer enter, a bad habit she had. It wasn't unusual for patrons to have to wait or flat out flag down the bopping blonde to get their order. 

[Ides Alevi]

It was late. Too late, really. It was ridiculous to be up this late, flat out illogical in fact, but leave it to him to lose track of time during his meditation. He'd started at midnight: plopped down in the middle of a park and zoned out. He'd chosen midnight for his meditation because the park was much less populated at that time, virtually deserted in fact. Which meant his meditation went much too well. He'd started mentally reviewing his finals studies, reading a couple of the pages he'd memorized in advance, and without quite realizing it, had ended up coming out of his daze two hours later. He'd just gotten too wrapped up in his studies...

Ides sighed and glanced up at the stars and moon. Two o'clock in the morning. Two. O'clock. He ran a hand through his hair, which had little effect on his already disheveled head, and continued strolling down the sidewalk. He had every intention of returning to his apartment now, though by this point his mind was clamoring so much he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for another couple of hours. He'd popped a couple of pills when he came out of his daze earlier to hopefully head off the migraine that was sure to ensue, but he could feel it starting behind his eyes. Meds could only do so much.

Up ahead he spotted a coffeehouse, and his mind instantly went to some of the research he had done on migraines before. Apparently caffeine could help head them off if caught in the early stages... not only that, but caffeine helped the body absorb headache medicine. He paused a few steps from the shop, debating. Generally he avoided caffeine, as he didn't hold addictive drugs in high esteem. They caused one to be dependent on them, and caused discomfort later if the dependency wasn't met immediately. But it was unlikely he would become dependent on it if he had it once in a year or so. His head gave another painful twinge, and he made the decision, walking into the coffee shop.

His first though upon entering and being met with blaring music was, "Well, this is the perfect environment for someone with a headache". However, he decided that if the loud music kept up too long, he could always just leave with the coffee. He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose as he cleared his throat and waved to the barista. "Excuse me!" he called, as loudly as he dared. "Hey!"

[Lennox Bessette]

Had it been a friday or saturday the blonde might be a little more inclined to pay attention to the bell that sat above the door. The bell that rang to alert her, the bell that she despised and likened to a spoiled needy child with too much privilege because if she'd learned anything from this job it was how ludacricely specific coffee orders were. Low fat this, skim that, some whip, too much whip, sugar free, garbage. The music she played had multiple purposes, one was to drown out the mind numbing ring of that bell.

So when the boy came in she didn't notice. She continued dancing and singing along off key until she finally heard the voice ring over over lull in Beyonce.

"Shit!" She jumped. She really hadn't expected anyone, especially not someone sober. "HOLD ON!" She shouted before sliding over Tom Cruise style to the stereo and effortlessly spinning the dial to lower the music to a dull roar.

"Hey! Sorry about that." She chuckled as she snatched her apron from the counter and tied it around her waist. "Welcome to Velvet tone. The eternally open place that likes to keep small blondes up way past their bed time." Ok so she was near delirious at this point and thinking she was much funnier than she probably was.

"Anyway, what can I get you?" Maybe he'd ask what the special was. God she hoped he did.

[Ides Alevi]

"Is this place really open at all hours?" Ides asked, unsure of whether the blond had been employing the use of sarcasm or not. That was one thing he struggled with on occasion: telling whether or not people were being sarcastic. He often found himself wishing that everyone would simply say exactly what they meant all the time. Though, he enjoyed using sarcasm enough himself, so he supposed that he couldn't bash it too much.

At least she'd turned the music. That was highly appreciated, by both himself personally as well as the dull ache behind his eyes.

Anyway, what can I get you?

Ides' attention shifted to the menu, and he scanned it quickly. It was all Greek to him. Well, perhaps not, because he understood Greek better than he did the coffee menu. Ah well. He returned his attention to the girl. "I don't drink coffee often." Read: Not since he was approximately eleven-years-old. "What would you recommend that has a fairly good taste and contains a moderate amount of caffeine? I am attempting to alleviate a headache."

As a barista, she would know what coffee would have the appropriate amount of caffeine, right. It made sense to him, at least. But then again, there were a lot of people who held jobs without knowing all they should for their position... Surely plenty of people came in here to alleviate headaches. It was the most reasonable reason to drink caffeine, after all. Though he supposed that a lot of people also did it for social reasons as well...

[Lennox Bessette]

She nodded "Yeah, Can you believe it?" She really wondered how staying open all the time helped the business at all. Sure, it was a place people, (drunks) knew they could rely on but surely the cost of running the place wasn't worth it. She wasn't going to argue though, she was sitting on a small fortune from all the late nights.

Her brow raised when he said he didn't drink coffee often. Funny that he'd end up in a coffee shop then. "What would I recommend?" She repeated, a slow grin stretching across her face. "Well well, funny you should ask because I was just working on perfecting the Lennox Latte of Pure Perfection." Her nose wrinkled, "Still working on the name." She chuckled as she pulled up a delicious, frothy looking drink with a flower design made out of foam. "It's more of a dessert drink." She told him. "Do you like peanut butter? "

[Ides Alevi]

Lennox Latte of Pure Perfection...

Lennox. Was that her name then? Seemed a reasonable enough conclusion, as the coffee shop wasn't named Lennox, and the town wasn't named Lennox either. Ides stowed the information away to confirm later. Because now he would have to confirm it before he left. He couldn't just leave something unconfirmed, after all.

As the woman, tentatively named Lennox, lifted the frothy drink, he felt a level of uncertainty. Namely, why was there a flowery design on it? If it was one thing that escaped him, it was the point of art. Ah well, he supposed he didn't need to understand it for it to work.

So instead of questioning it, he gave a faint smile as he answered her question, "I find peanut butter itself to be difficult to swallow because of its consistency, but I do not dislike the taste." He paused, considering. "So long as it contains a moderate caffeine level, I'm sure it will work quite well, thank you." Really, he didn't expect to enjoy what he was about to ingest. Food and drink were among the things he rarely found great enjoyment in for their taste, but generally simply partook out of need to keep himself healthy. However, there were occasions on which he was pleasantly surprised by various things.