Major Tags: None Other Tags: i dont know anything about coffee but miyahara is definitely the most boring in all things drink related Word Count: 511 words
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"One small coffee," Miss Glasses says.
She doesn't glance up from her book. The thing that Miki has most noticed about her, beyond the fact that she has begun a new wave of shorthand for orders on cups, or a dozen people refusing to give their name upon the realization of her glorious privilege, or how her hair shines purple in the right light -
"Are you always reading that book?"
There's a jolt hidden in her customer's shoulders, darting eyes behind the glare of glass, but she stays composed.
"I'm quite busy," she says. "So I have to take my time with novels."
Everyone who worked in the shop knew how to talk themselves empty, about everything and nothing, but this girl gave a measure of the same responses each time. She apparently couldn't know what genre the book actually was till she finished it, and no, she could not tell you the author because she expected you would have the eyes to read the cover yourself, and there were other copies at the library if you were so interested.
Usually, she would walk away after paying, and sit alone till Miki walked over with her cup, and a cough.
Today, the shop is empty. Today, Miki is the only one foolish enough to stay this late, after ushering her coworker home, standing vigil till the morning shifters came round. So there is no one to stamp their feet, but Miss Glasses, as Miki rolls her head along her shoulders, finger to her cheek.
"How often do you reread the same page?" Miki asks.
There is no one but Miki present to see Miyahara's face burn bright red.
"Trees hung over the street, a hundred to a man, overshadowing any space of life on the street," Miki recites, and then shrugs. "Sounds like you're reading a thriller, but I never get a chance to see the rest."
"Why are you like this in public," Miyahara hisses. With her face hidden, she's like a hamster, or a nervous mouse.
"You know I'd never embarrass you around strangers!" she says, practically glowing in return.
Miki writes down a different name every day, and Miyahara answers to them like fond nicknames. Not every barista has the power to know a name - fewer can make a new one for someone without.
"Still," Miyahara mutters.
"Maybe if you didn't insist on visiting me at work."
"It's on campus," she answers. "And I'm going to throw away at least half of that large if you give it to me."
"I'm sure," Miki says. "You're very good at staying awake at 3 AM. How far out of your way, again?"
"And most places here have coffee with all the viscosity of mud at this time of night. Are you putting caramel into my drink?"
"Me? Give you things you didn't explicitly order? How faithless, Mii-chan."
When Miyahara's eyes dart, Miki laughs.
She says, "The camera doesn't cover this end of the counter."
"Quiet."
When Miyahara leans over for a kiss, Miki lets her pull away before she says, "But that doesn't count as a tip."
FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, G
Other Tags: i dont know anything about coffee but miyahara is definitely the most boring in all things drink related
Word Count: 511 words
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"One small coffee," Miss Glasses says.
She doesn't glance up from her book. The thing that Miki has most noticed about her, beyond the fact that she has begun a new wave of shorthand for orders on cups, or a dozen people refusing to give their name upon the realization of her glorious privilege, or how her hair shines purple in the right light -
"Are you always reading that book?"
There's a jolt hidden in her customer's shoulders, darting eyes behind the glare of glass, but she stays composed.
"I'm quite busy," she says. "So I have to take my time with novels."
Everyone who worked in the shop knew how to talk themselves empty, about everything and nothing, but this girl gave a measure of the same responses each time. She apparently couldn't know what genre the book actually was till she finished it, and no, she could not tell you the author because she expected you would have the eyes to read the cover yourself, and there were other copies at the library if you were so interested.
Usually, she would walk away after paying, and sit alone till Miki walked over with her cup, and a cough.
Today, the shop is empty. Today, Miki is the only one foolish enough to stay this late, after ushering her coworker home, standing vigil till the morning shifters came round. So there is no one to stamp their feet, but Miss Glasses, as Miki rolls her head along her shoulders, finger to her cheek.
"How often do you reread the same page?" Miki asks.
There is no one but Miki present to see Miyahara's face burn bright red.
"Trees hung over the street, a hundred to a man, overshadowing any space of life on the street," Miki recites, and then shrugs. "Sounds like you're reading a thriller, but I never get a chance to see the rest."
"Why are you like this in public," Miyahara hisses. With her face hidden, she's like a hamster, or a nervous mouse.
"You know I'd never embarrass you around strangers!" she says, practically glowing in return.
Miki writes down a different name every day, and Miyahara answers to them like fond nicknames. Not every barista has the power to know a name - fewer can make a new one for someone without.
"Still," Miyahara mutters.
"Maybe if you didn't insist on visiting me at work."
"It's on campus," she answers. "And I'm going to throw away at least half of that large if you give it to me."
"I'm sure," Miki says. "You're very good at staying awake at 3 AM. How far out of your way, again?"
"And most places here have coffee with all the viscosity of mud at this time of night. Are you putting caramel into my drink?"
"Me? Give you things you didn't explicitly order? How faithless, Mii-chan."
When Miyahara's eyes dart, Miki laughs.
She says, "The camera doesn't cover this end of the counter."
"Quiet."
When Miyahara leans over for a kiss, Miki lets her pull away before she says, "But that doesn't count as a tip."