Can this really count as coffee? [OPEN]
Jul 26, 2011 14:08:52 GMT -5
Post by Jason Simple on Jul 26, 2011 14:08:52 GMT -5
*j*a*s*o*n*Jace liked coffee--to a point.
He had the sort of relationship with coffee that a lot of people had: it kept him awake late into the night, but he did not like its taste for very long. It was unappealing to his taste buds, but it kept him alive and studying with its sweet, sweet caffeine. It wasn't the best flavor in the world, but ever since he had come to Hammel and smelled the stuff even, he had been addicted to it. He wasn't a total addict--he didn't have withdrawals if he went a few days without, and he could function without caffeine, but for some reason he couldn't stay away from the acidic, bitter stuff. It made no sense, but he'd learned to stop questioning certain things in this town.
And so it came to be, when he was walking through the mall this lovely Tuesday afternoon, that a scent that hit his sensory field of smell stopped him in his tracks. It smelled oh so very familiar, but far too different from what he thought it was to truly be that object. It was too... Sweet-smelling. Like a delicious baked good. Jace turned and looked for the source, following his nose until he saw a white paper cup with a familiar dark green stamp on the side, steam emanating from its uncapped opening, a bit of foam nearly spilling over the side. He walked up to the teenage girl holding the wonder and pointed to it. "Excuse me." He looked from the person to the cup. "But what's that?" The girl looked at him strangely, but responded instead of just turning and walking away. "It's a mocha latte with cinnamon and sugar. You should try one." she pointed to a shop in the mall that Jace hadn't noticed before, and he thanked her before walking up to the front of it. Starbucks Coffee the sign above the door read.
Jace gaped at it for a moment, then stepped in and walked up to the counter. Interestingly enough, there was no line. There was a rather excited-looking barista that asked for his order, and Jace looked up at the menu. "Um." There were just so many choices! What was it that the girl said he should try? "Um. A, um, Mocha latte?" He tilted his head to the side as the guy at the register asked if he wanted anything else. He looked at the case full of baked goods, and his mouth began to water when he saw the pumpkin bread. "Some of that." He said, pointing to it. "Please."
Three minutes later, Jace was nine dollars lighter, but so very much happier with the pumpkin bread half-eaten before he had even tried the coffee. He took a seat on a bar stool and prepared to drink what he thought couldn't possibly taste half as good as it smelled. But when he took a sip? Pure bliss.
Now he was a total coffee addict.