they're both super smart and drinking in the cafes

[judgedyou]

Who | Dan and YOU.
Where | El Cafe-o.
What | Mmmm coffee.
How | actionspam.
Why | Tifa and I needed an excuse to exploit Dan's blonde fetish?

[ poor dan is just trying to get his latte so he can pen some epic story, because seriously, his blood is coffee, you can check. in any case, yeah, he's just standing off to the side...waiting for that latte. ]

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[isamarshmallow]

One Decaf latte with a splash of starving artist, coming right up. [ That's right, it's ... everyone's favorite snarky barrista. ]

[judgedyou]

I'm not starving, seriously, I had waffles this morning. Admittedly, it's not the best breakfast, but it's really nice and makes it so I'm not starving. And plus I can't paint to save my life. [ Oh yay, this is just what he needs to deal with before his coffee. ]

[isamarshmallow]

Trust me, I recognize the aroma of NYU's liberal arts program from a mile away. You may not be starving now, but in a semester or two ... you'll be wishing we still had it on special. [ She hands his latte over the counter and grabs one of those stirring sticks that keeps the lid from spilling, offering it out to him. ] Don't sell yourself short just because painting's not your forte! Writing's just as artsy.

[judgedyou]

Considering the fact that most of my family lives on the Upper East Side, I think I'm safe from starving ever. [ He'll stare at it for a moment before taking and opening up the latte and...stirring it. ] I know it is, hence part of the reason I do it. Though, it's also because I genuinely like it and I'm actually pretty amazing at it.

[isamarshmallow]

Wasn't asking for your life story, Mr. Wealth and Privilege. Would you mind stirring your latte elsewhere? Maybe at one of those nice tables where you can join other, like-minded brats who feel it necessary to write in public. [ A pointed stare over his shoulder at likes to write in starbucks on his laptopchans. ]

[judgedyou]

Not my life story, Veronica, anyone who had that life story wouldn't be caught dead in here, because it might damage their reputations. And actually, I do, it's kind of comfy here, and the trash can is right there. [ ...Well, that guy is legit stupid, Dan knows, because he has a class with him. ] Do you see a laptop with me?

[isamarshmallow]

[ Oh, he ... knows her name. It takes Veronica a moment of staring at him weirdly to realize it's on her nametag. She looks down and then scowls and throws napkins his way. ]

There are pencils at the register if you're just dying to get Moby Dick written between art openings. J.K.Rowling wrote on napkins, you can too. As for that pesky trash can, there's also one by every exit. Might I suggest that one? [ She points toward the exit on his right with both hands. ]

[judgedyou]

Do I look like a single mother who has to write on napkins? [ Sigh. ] It's cold, if I walk out there, my coffee is going to just freeze and then I'll have to come back.

[isamarshmallow]

You know, that sounds suspiciously like something that's not my problem. [ She looks at the name on the next coffee cup, trying to ignore him now. ] Janice! Come get your coffee. [ She sets it out on the counter and gives Dan a dismissive look. ]