*COFFEE / GIRL!

 ❝Dude, I just work here❞ ind. priv. fandomless oc penned by blue

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— STARTER CALL ☼

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ahhhhHhh my laptop was broken!! I’m so sorry y’all!

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— STARTER CALL ☼

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HEADCANON. my absolute favorite thing about the STARK COFFEE verse is that, Sunny works the tiny starbucks on the complex alone - after all, she’s only serving those on the complex, which is a handful. However, there’s a reason Tony hired just her, I mean, they’ve never met but with a quick search he KNOWS her. And it’s because she’s so genuinely kind, like disney princess style. He’s looked in on surveillance feeds of her little shop from time to time, and she sweeps everyday ╭ even when no one comes in ╮   plus she sings to herself when she thinks she’s alone.  she’s just k i n d. and tony knows that sometimes they all need that.  

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--- STARTER CALL ☼

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— dino marine liked ☼ —

She’s delivering to some InGen meeting when she walks in to be greeted with HIM at the table. He’s THE GUY. The one everyone is talking about, the one who trains velociraptors.                                                   don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare - you’re totally staring. 

Thick lashes flutter rapidly, trying to set the catering table as quickly and quietly as possible.                                                  why does he look like a GQ model? 

Sugar pink lips curve upward at her own inner monologue, bill of her hat bobbing with the soft shake of her head. He TOTALLY thinks you’re a creeper, Sunny!

It was an early morning.  Like, buttcrack of dawn, early.  He had had a meeting earlier with Hoskins and some of the bosses, about the Raptor training.  And now, they had this InGen meeting.  He hated meeting.  He just wanted to train the girls, learn what he could, and go home.  Repeat the next day.  But, they couldn’t give him that.  Nope, he had to go to meetings, because he was in charge over there.  Bah.

He moved towards the table, grabbing a cup and pouring himself a coffee.  Something he didn’t often drink, except when he needed it.  Spotting her looking at him, he smiled softly at her.  The stir stick he used to stir in the sugar, ending up between his lips.  “I don’t think we’ve met.”  Stick out, tossed in the garbage, before he offered her his hand.  “Owen Grady.  Animal behaviorist.  Velociraptors specifically.”

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She’s trying NOT to be too creepy with the staring, eyelashes fluttering with quick blinks of reprieve. Delicate fingers take his hand, shaking it firmly - most in these meetings don’t think twice about speaking with the help, much less shaking hands.  

 ❝Jess Cromwell. Tourist Behaviorist. Starbucks specifically.❞ Warm bourbon eyes gleam at him playfully, finally pulling her hand away to organize the stir sticks.  ❝Most people call me Sunny,❞ she adds softly. Her following smile is warm, complementing the aforementioned nickname. 

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That  ❛mama always said❜ feeling tingles along her spine when she glimpses him.                      ╭ y’know - mama always said not to trust a black sheep? ╮ Warm bourbon eyes assess him fleetingly between the act of filling his order, he’s imposing in a way that sends her skin prickling.  ╭but soft, not every man is like daddy ╮

Nevertheless, a pleasant smile curls her plush lips; delicate fingers offering him his order.  ❝Here you are! Feel free to make yourself at home, we’ll be closing up in an hour or two,❞ she chirps sweetly. Their eye contact is brief, long lashes fluttering with the rapid blinks of reprieve.

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i have NO ACTIVITY so I’ve been sending so many memes and hoping for the best

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Sure, she’s seen him often enough - never figured he’d be a STARBUCKS guy, but isn’t everyone nowadays? Plush lips curl into a radiant smile as she starts the machine, she LOVES this job. All the perks of working at Starbucks with no lines and no yelling customers - piping hot macchiato isn’t so delicious when it’s being THROWN on you. 

Delicate fingers pen his name and a little smiley face on the cup label before handing it to him.  ❝Feel free to stick around! I’m the only one on today so it’ll be extra quiet,❞ she chirps cheerfully. Fiery ponytail bouncing with her footfalls whilst she busies herself sweeping along the dining tables.

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Okay so, sometimes she forgets where she works. I mean, you get the occasional PA and Stark Industries busy body - and then there’s days like today. Warm bourbon gaze flickers over while she starts the machine, trying and FAILING not to stare. After all, she doesn’t want him to think she’s staring at - you know, the arm. It’s just... god, he served in World War II. 

Delicate hands tremble slightly, anxious jitters creeping up her spinal cord.                          ❝Here’s your drink, Sgt. Barnes - it’s um, on the house.❞ Her gaze resolutely stays anywhere that’s NOT his face, mortification tinting her cheeks as she realizes he might think she’s TOTALLY CREEPY. But it’s just... well, common courtesy when someone served your country. 

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I want more activity and buddies - but I am SO AFRAID to reach out                                   ╭even if they follow me╮

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She smiles warmly whilst making another order - after all, she never hated making coffee. Plush lips curl a bit more at the corners as she glimpses the customer - typical phone-in-hand tourist. Warm bourbon gaze rolls, spinning on her heel to grab the whipped cream. 

Delicate fingers handing him his drink carefully, free hand tucking a fiery errant curl behind her ear.  ❝I have one here for uh, Dino Bait?❞ Angelic tone teases, amusement coloring her features.