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Post by Mickey Blaze on Jun 20, 2016 22:39:44 GMT -7
It was a beautiful summer day, the sun was shining in the sky above with a gentle breeze dancing through the leaves on the trees. It was amazing how Emerald City had begun to feel so much like home in the short time since he had arrived here, arrived to be closer to those that were his most treasured. How fortunate for him that Fate had brought them all together here in this crowning jewel of the West.
It was early in the afternoon when he entered the cafe, a quaint little place that he had yet to frequent, but that just made it into an adventure. He loved trying new things and experiencing new experiences. It was the thrill of life, and he hoped to be able to explore enough of the world to consider himself traveled someday. A humble dream, but one that kept him always ready to try new experiences, open to what life presented him.
Upon finally reaching the counter he'd give the young lady behind the counter a warm smile as he thought over his order. He was in the mood for something nice, a treat. Yes, that was appropriate.
"Good afternoon! May I please get a venti, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat, extra hot, split quad shots, 1 1/2 shots decaf, 2 1/2 shots regular, no foam latte, with whip, 2 packets of splenda, 1 sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and 3 short sprinkles of cinnamon."
The barista behind the counter's face fell from his warm greeting as he rattled off his order quickly and with obvious practice. Her nose wrinkled when he asked her to repeat it back to him, hoping to be certain that she got the order right. But to her credit she was a master of her craft and was able to repeat it back and even more impressively replicate the drink itself! He was more than happy to pay for it, swiping his card and leaving her a $20 tip for her trouble.
"Truly you are an artist and an artisan of your craft." He said with the smallest bow of his head and a smile from his heart. "Thank you, and I sincerely hope you have a splendid day." Her look was a mixture of confusion and disbelief at the tip, at the order, and just at his attitude. The kind of thing that made one wonder if this guy was for real. But he was very much real. Taking his drink to the far end of the cafe he'd sit at the window with a content sigh as he sipped his perfect drink made from a slice of heaven itself. He was content to people watch for now and just enjoy existence.
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Jun 21, 2016 11:52:10 GMT -7
Edgar groaned slightly while walking down the street of downtown area. The bright light from the summer afternoon nearly blind him when he exited his apartment; it took his eyes a few minutes to re-adjust to the light outside. He couldn’t sleep last night once again because of his work, so he didn’t quite get his full 8 hours of sleep. He looked for a coffee shop nearby in order to wake himself up long enough to continue his daily routine. Soon enough he found a quaint little café that he could get his coffee that could hopefully wake him up.
The bell chimed as he opened the door and was greeted by the young barista lady. Normally he would greet her with a smile, but somehow he isn’t in the mood to do anything like that. At least, not until he gets his morning fuel:
“Hello,” the barista said with a smile, “what can I get you?”
“Yeah, just give me a cup of ice coffee, black, no cream nor sugar.”
He doesn’t really quite get why people would order hot coffee when it’s so hot outside right now. Once the barista gave him the coffee, he paid for the coffee before slowly making his way toward the back of the shop. He sat down on the table next to a cheerful guy watching the people walking outside the shop. Edgar then slightly slump down as he sip his coffee, feel a little of life coming back to him.
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Post by Mickey Blaze on Jun 22, 2016 22:43:38 GMT -7
He gave the man that chose to sit next to him a small smile. It was odd that he had chosen to sit next to a stranger, but Mickey wasn't about to call him out on it. He just assumed that this was his regular spot or something along those lines. Either way he wasn't bothering Mickey so there was no fuss. He'd just return to staring out the window in peaceful silence as he sipped his exquisitely made coffee. The blend of flavors was divine, sweet, but not too sweet. This might even become his new favorite cafe for the week, maybe two.
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Jun 24, 2016 0:50:25 GMT -7
Edgar sniffed the aroma of the black coffee in order to gain some life back to his head before taking the sip of the bitter coffee. Usually he would put some cream or sugar in his coffee, but since he’s feeling rather terrible today, he figured the bitterness would wake him up. However once the bitterness taste get to his brain, he nearly spitted it out of his mouth in disgust.
“Urg, why did I even order this?” he mumbled to himself, making sure no one heard him.
He then moved the coffee away toward the center of the table and lean his head against his hand. Though the bitterness do managed to keep him slightly awake, his eye-lids feel so heavy that it feels like a thousand pound dumbbell is attached to them. He then turned to see the cheerful guy across where he sat, feeling somewhat envious of his cheerful smile while looking out the window.
He sighed; he did order the coffee, so he might as well finished it. Unfortunately his eyes aren’t working in his favor at the moment. He clumsily reached his other hand out toward the cup and accidentally knocked it over, spilling its content all over the table.
“Son of a-” he snapped out of his funk and reached for the paper towel to clean up the mess he just make.
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Post by Mickey Blaze on Jun 25, 2016 19:55:15 GMT -7
As he fumbled for a paper towel he'd find that Mickey had already stood up and was mopping up the mess with what looked to be a handkerchief. The lace boarder peaking out of his hands as the silk was used to mop up the coffee. If Edgar looked up at Mickey he'd find a thoughtful expression on his face as he stared at the mess and his handkerchief which was quickly becoming utterly ruined.
"Let me buy you a new drink."
He'd say, snapping out of his thoughts as he looked over to Edgar with a sympathetic smile on his face. There was certainly pity in his eyes as he looked at Edgar, but the voice seemed sincere enough, insistent even.
"Excuse me! Ma'am!" He didn't really wait for Edgar to reply. "Can we please get a second drink over here. Same as mine."
That should fix things up!
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Jun 27, 2016 18:58:04 GMT -7
Edgar felt slightly indebted when the guy offered different cup of coffee while he using his handkerchief to clean up the mess he made. Normally he would refuse, but today he’s way too tired to say anything against it. Not to mention refusing people’s kind offer is a bit awkward when he already ordered the drink before he could responde.
“T-Thank you so much,” he said as he scratched the back of his neck in embarrasment, “I’m sorry you have to mess up your hankerchief, guess I should’ve paid better attention to my surrounding.”
He looked at the coffee cup that the guy was drinking at his table and notice it isn’t black coffee like he ordered from before. Well, no point of looking at the gift horse’s mouth. He picked up the rest of the wet paper towels he got from cleaning everything up and threw them away in the trash. Edgar then goes into the restroom to clean his hand up, waking himself up with a cold splash of water before getting out.
“Um, here,” he took out some loose changes he got in his pocket, “I hope this would cover the wash for your handkerchief.”
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Post by Mickey Blaze on Jun 27, 2016 19:19:19 GMT -7
He shook his head and held out his hand, turning down the kind, but unneeded gesture. "No need, it is just a bit of coffee, nothing to worry about." He'd begin to carefully fold the expensive handkerchief, a flash of embroidery being visible for an instant. Fancy and beautifully inscribed "MB" next to a crude and amateurish flower with a heart at the center. He didn't seem to be concerned with the stains however and just offered him a large beaming smile as the waitress brought him a duplicate of the drink that he himself was drinking.
"Besides, it seemed like you were having a bad day and could use a kind gesture."
He'd settle back into his seat, taking another sip from his drink. Closing his eyes and letting out a small hum of delight. It was absolutely divine. Sweet, subtle, and a perfect mixture of flavor.
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Jun 27, 2016 20:18:07 GMT -7
Edgar put his wallet away when the guy refused out of courtesy before he took the coffee that the barista gave him. Sniffing the coffee before taking the sip, he could already tell this might be better than the black coffee that he had earlier.
“Thank you,” he said to the waitress before turning back at the man.
At least he was right about that; it had been quite a bad day for him, and this kind gesture did manage to give him a smile. He took a sip of the coffee, and it taste wonderful; the blend of sweet and bitterness is enough that he could feel life getting back to him. Since the table he was sitting on was still slightly wet from the spilled coffee, he took a seat on the opposite end of the guy.
“Thank you again, this is quite simply divine. So who do I own this wonderful gratitude to?”
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