Those Starry Bucks (Avi)
Dec 1, 2013 6:38:48 GMT -5
Post by Philomena Snow on Dec 1, 2013 6:38:48 GMT -5
Mina walked through the open doors of Starbucks and took in her surroundings. There was the strong smell of coffee floating on the air and the sweetness of the baked goods behind the counter was hanging there too. It was quite busy, but then again, it was middday on a particularly cold Winter's (yes it was now Winter) day. She had been hovering in the mall all morning, looking at clothes, buying a new pair of boots, the usual Sunday business. She had needed an energy boost, so Starbucks seemed like a liable option.
She wrapped her long cardigan around herself and walked up to the queue, which already had at least 4 people in it. She waited patiently as the customers went on to wait for their ordered drinks, making pointless small talk with those behind the tills. Eventually, the server reached her. "What would you like to order?" The girl taking her order seemed to be in her late teens, with a bright smile and an annoyingly cheerful disposition. It actually made Mina sigh audibly just at the sound of the girl's squeaky voice. Of course, she had known what she was ordering before she even set foot inside, and had tried to ignore all of the trivial Christmas drinks and deals that had been shoved into her face on big display boards when she had entered.
"Your strongest coffee, Grande, to Go." She kept a near-blank facial expression when she said the words. The perky girl in front of her scribbled that down and continued to beam her teeth to the world, "And would you like anything else with that? A cookie, perhaps?" She leaned in as if telling a huge secret, "They're fresh-baked!" Mina didn't even bother to speak, she just tensed up her facial expression and raised her eyebrows at imbecilic pixie that danced around in front of her like she had springs for feet. The girl got the message and asked, "And what's you name?" Mina hated her name, Philomena, it was so pathetic. Even the shortened version sounded forced and awkward, so she responded by saying one word,
"Snow." Her surname. She liked the sound of it a lot more, it was a bit daunting and cold, but... she was kind of like that anyway. The girl seemed to freeze for a second, before writing down the name with a slightly more startled facial expression. She paid for her drink and walked over to the waiting area and drummed her fingers on the work-top.
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She wrapped her long cardigan around herself and walked up to the queue, which already had at least 4 people in it. She waited patiently as the customers went on to wait for their ordered drinks, making pointless small talk with those behind the tills. Eventually, the server reached her. "What would you like to order?" The girl taking her order seemed to be in her late teens, with a bright smile and an annoyingly cheerful disposition. It actually made Mina sigh audibly just at the sound of the girl's squeaky voice. Of course, she had known what she was ordering before she even set foot inside, and had tried to ignore all of the trivial Christmas drinks and deals that had been shoved into her face on big display boards when she had entered.
"Your strongest coffee, Grande, to Go." She kept a near-blank facial expression when she said the words. The perky girl in front of her scribbled that down and continued to beam her teeth to the world, "And would you like anything else with that? A cookie, perhaps?" She leaned in as if telling a huge secret, "They're fresh-baked!" Mina didn't even bother to speak, she just tensed up her facial expression and raised her eyebrows at imbecilic pixie that danced around in front of her like she had springs for feet. The girl got the message and asked, "And what's you name?" Mina hated her name, Philomena, it was so pathetic. Even the shortened version sounded forced and awkward, so she responded by saying one word,
"Snow." Her surname. She liked the sound of it a lot more, it was a bit daunting and cold, but... she was kind of like that anyway. The girl seemed to freeze for a second, before writing down the name with a slightly more startled facial expression. She paid for her drink and walked over to the waiting area and drummed her fingers on the work-top.
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