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“Black coffee, please.”
“No sugar?"
Norway nodded, drumming her fingers on top of the smooth wooden table. She observed with a lingering gaze the flowing snow tumbling down from the sky, covering the drab city in white.
She always ordered black coffee. It was the only bitter thing in the coffee’s shop inventory. Black coffee. One that she enjoyed drinking, anyways.
“You are early today, aren’t you?” The waitress teased. Norway glanced at her direction, a bit distressed.
“I was in the area and wished to be warm, and so, I ended up here.” The blonde girl answered earnestly, crossing her arms. Her stare gravitated outside again. She was close to the window so it was not totally a lie; she could feel the winter air on her arms and bare legs.
Her coffee always tasted unnaturally sweet, even though she liked bitter tastes better.
She tried other kinds, but they were sweet or became even sweeter. It was unnerving, really. Nora sometimes wondered if the barista or the waitress slipped some sugar inside, but she would certainly notice it, as an avid coffee drinker. Black coffee was the best option.
“Here it is.” Her ears perked up at the mention of her order. “Your black coffee, no sugar.”
“Thank you.” Nora ushered out, putting her fingers on the china cup, her palms getting warmer by the second. She stared at the dark and rich liquid, the small nudges in her movement throwing liquid against the white porcelain.
After a small glimpse outside, she began to sip her coffee, carefully. The taste of the coffee flared on her tongue.
“It’s bitter….” She muttered to herself, barely saying it out loud.
The door suddenly opened, the bells above it jingling. The cold harsh wind blew across the shop. Snow flurried in like a tempest. Your hair was flecked with white, though your dark jacket was clean of snow.
“Hello!” She heard, trying to ignore you, as you spoke in a tired, but joyful tone. It seems that you ran all the way here. “Everything is well?”
Norway was doing her best to ignore you, drinking her steaming coffee with a blank stare.
She knew you would notice her. (Not that she wanted you to,psht.)
Once you spotted her, you gave her a generous smile and waved towards her, rushing in the backroom to put your jacket on the hanger.
Norway observed you for a moment and didn’t say anything, her hands relaxing upon her cup. Tentatively, she drew her cup to her lips.
Licking her lips a few times, her eyes widened slowly, staring at you reappearing from the back and looking into her cup. After a few moments of apprehension, she put her index on her bottom lip.
“…..Sweet…”
“No sugar?"
Norway nodded, drumming her fingers on top of the smooth wooden table. She observed with a lingering gaze the flowing snow tumbling down from the sky, covering the drab city in white.
She always ordered black coffee. It was the only bitter thing in the coffee’s shop inventory. Black coffee. One that she enjoyed drinking, anyways.
“You are early today, aren’t you?” The waitress teased. Norway glanced at her direction, a bit distressed.
“I was in the area and wished to be warm, and so, I ended up here.” The blonde girl answered earnestly, crossing her arms. Her stare gravitated outside again. She was close to the window so it was not totally a lie; she could feel the winter air on her arms and bare legs.
Her coffee always tasted unnaturally sweet, even though she liked bitter tastes better.
She tried other kinds, but they were sweet or became even sweeter. It was unnerving, really. Nora sometimes wondered if the barista or the waitress slipped some sugar inside, but she would certainly notice it, as an avid coffee drinker. Black coffee was the best option.
“Here it is.” Her ears perked up at the mention of her order. “Your black coffee, no sugar.”
“Thank you.” Nora ushered out, putting her fingers on the china cup, her palms getting warmer by the second. She stared at the dark and rich liquid, the small nudges in her movement throwing liquid against the white porcelain.
After a small glimpse outside, she began to sip her coffee, carefully. The taste of the coffee flared on her tongue.
“It’s bitter….” She muttered to herself, barely saying it out loud.
The door suddenly opened, the bells above it jingling. The cold harsh wind blew across the shop. Snow flurried in like a tempest. Your hair was flecked with white, though your dark jacket was clean of snow.
“Hello!” She heard, trying to ignore you, as you spoke in a tired, but joyful tone. It seems that you ran all the way here. “Everything is well?”
Norway was doing her best to ignore you, drinking her steaming coffee with a blank stare.
She knew you would notice her. (Not that she wanted you to,psht.)
Once you spotted her, you gave her a generous smile and waved towards her, rushing in the backroom to put your jacket on the hanger.
Norway observed you for a moment and didn’t say anything, her hands relaxing upon her cup. Tentatively, she drew her cup to her lips.
Licking her lips a few times, her eyes widened slowly, staring at you reappearing from the back and looking into her cup. After a few moments of apprehension, she put her index on her bottom lip.
“…..Sweet…”
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I...released something.....agh.
I SWEAR EVEN IF I'M IN SUMMER VACATION NOW IT'S TOO DAMN SLOW
Well, I hope you enjoy it anyways.Even if my writing is still shitty. Whaever gon get better one day.
((You own the coffee shop in this fanfic. CONGRATULATIONS XD))
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YOU SEE THE PREVIEW PIC YEAH IT'S NOT MINE
I SWEAR EVEN IF I'M IN SUMMER VACATION NOW IT'S TOO DAMN SLOW
Well, I hope you enjoy it anyways.
((You own the coffee shop in this fanfic. CONGRATULATIONS XD))
THIS BELONGS TO:
YOU SEE THE PREVIEW PIC YEAH IT'S NOT MINE
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