barista.
g, fluff/humour.
nichkhun/victoria.
oneshot, complete.
431 words.
of free coffee, sleeping and a much welcomed thank-you note.
Yay, I finally broke my hiatus ... on Chinese New Year. This is short, but I like the simplicity. Enjoy! ^-^
It's unlikely I'll write anything after this until the next school holiday in March. D:
She sits at a table next to a glass wall of the near-empty coffee house, hands folded neatly on her lap.
She shivers a little. It’s snowing small crystals outside, and they press themselves against the glass, studding it with bits of white. Nothing happens for a while; it’s just the quiet whirring of the coffee maker and the shuffle-shuffle of the barista’s shoes.
Nothing happens for a little while more, then -
‘Hey.’
She looks up briefly. It appears to be the barista. He grins at her, blonde hair falling onto his eyes.
‘Yes?’
‘Here,’ he places a tall paper cup before her. ‘It’s on the house.’
‘Why is it in a takeaway cup?’ she blurts curiously.
‘It’s late, so I was thinking you’d be leaving for the airport or home soon.’
He gestures to the two luggage bags at her feet, one in white and the other, black. She doesn’t answer. He scratches his head shyly, smiling, as she cocks her head to the side, looking at him thoughtfully.
‘Thank you.’
‘Y-You’re welcome.’
‘But I’m not going anywhere tonight.’
‘You’re not?’
‘Yeah, I have nowhere to go anyway,’ she laughs quietly.
‘Oh, okay.’
-
The night creeps up and engulfs the city in its lack of light.
She sips at her coffee as he counts the money in the cash register. A comfortable silence hangs in the air. It’s nice.
-
At 12AM he brings her a plate of gingersnaps and cookies for her to finish before he gets her to leave. It’s closing time.
She’s asleep, her chest heaving gently as she lies curled up in the cushioned seat. He sets the plate down on the table and goes back behind the counter.
He returns with his grey woolen jacket. Laying it on her, he smiles to himself despite the cold.
-
The next morning, he tells his colleagues that he was up the whole night trying out new recipes, and that no, the grey woolen jacket they saw on that girl walking out of the coffee house as they walked in wasn’t his, it was her own.
But when a note that arrives in the coffee house’s mailbox later that day is retrieved by Taecyeon, he knows he’s screwed.
To: Nichkhun sshi
It’s me, that girl who stayed the night.
(I got your name from your nametag. ^-^)
I’ll return your jacket later when I come for coffee.
What coffee did you give me last night?
It was really good but I didn’t know what I was drinking! Kekeke~
Thanks for everything, Nichkhun sshi~ ♥
xoxo, Victoria Song
nichkhun/victoria.
oneshot, complete.
431 words.
of free coffee, sleeping and a much welcomed thank-you note.
Yay, I finally broke my hiatus ... on Chinese New Year. This is short, but I like the simplicity. Enjoy! ^-^
It's unlikely I'll write anything after this until the next school holiday in March. D:
She sits at a table next to a glass wall of the near-empty coffee house, hands folded neatly on her lap.
She shivers a little. It’s snowing small crystals outside, and they press themselves against the glass, studding it with bits of white. Nothing happens for a while; it’s just the quiet whirring of the coffee maker and the shuffle-shuffle of the barista’s shoes.
Nothing happens for a little while more, then -
‘Hey.’
She looks up briefly. It appears to be the barista. He grins at her, blonde hair falling onto his eyes.
‘Yes?’
‘Here,’ he places a tall paper cup before her. ‘It’s on the house.’
‘Why is it in a takeaway cup?’ she blurts curiously.
‘It’s late, so I was thinking you’d be leaving for the airport or home soon.’
He gestures to the two luggage bags at her feet, one in white and the other, black. She doesn’t answer. He scratches his head shyly, smiling, as she cocks her head to the side, looking at him thoughtfully.
‘Thank you.’
‘Y-You’re welcome.’
‘But I’m not going anywhere tonight.’
‘You’re not?’
‘Yeah, I have nowhere to go anyway,’ she laughs quietly.
‘Oh, okay.’
-
The night creeps up and engulfs the city in its lack of light.
She sips at her coffee as he counts the money in the cash register. A comfortable silence hangs in the air. It’s nice.
-
At 12AM he brings her a plate of gingersnaps and cookies for her to finish before he gets her to leave. It’s closing time.
She’s asleep, her chest heaving gently as she lies curled up in the cushioned seat. He sets the plate down on the table and goes back behind the counter.
He returns with his grey woolen jacket. Laying it on her, he smiles to himself despite the cold.
-
The next morning, he tells his colleagues that he was up the whole night trying out new recipes, and that no, the grey woolen jacket they saw on that girl walking out of the coffee house as they walked in wasn’t his, it was her own.
But when a note that arrives in the coffee house’s mailbox later that day is retrieved by Taecyeon, he knows he’s screwed.
To: Nichkhun sshi
It’s me, that girl who stayed the night.
(I got your name from your nametag. ^-^)
I’ll return your jacket later when I come for coffee.
What coffee did you give me last night?
It was really good but I didn’t know what I was drinking! Kekeke~
Thanks for everything, Nichkhun sshi~ ♥
xoxo, Victoria Song