Where's my coffee? || Chasingdownmyowndream
After getting to know Mikasa, there was always one unspoken rule about the young woman. You do not speak to her before she had her coffee each morning- a sugar pumped caramel latte with an extra pump of caramel. Of course, she wasn't too picky and a black coffee would do, but she really did prefer that caramel taste in the morning. It reminded her of home, something she rather missed being away at college.
The campus was about a day trip away from where she used to live, and thought it wasn't too bad, she couldn't visit every other weekend like she wished she could. If only to check up on her brother and their mother.
This day wasn't much different from any other, Mikasa going to the local Starbucks after reluctantly dragging herself out of bed before her morning classes started. She had cut her hair shorter after the start of the quarter for ease of styling, simply running a brush through it and calling it good. Her slouchy blue sweater and jeans only reinforced the appearance that she had simply thrown something on, though the minimal makeup pulled the whole thing together, making the messy vibe seem more intentional than not.
Stepping up to the counter, she didn't even have to look twice at the menu before ordering. Granted, she had never been to this branch before since she usually frequented a small student run business that her friend Christa managed, but since she was running late, the closer chain made sense.
"Grande caramel latte with an extra pump of caramel and," She glanced over at the glass counter that displayed the food. "..Cinnamon swirl coffee cake, please." She couldn't deny her sweet tooth, already rummaging through her wallet and pulling out a ten dollar bill. Handing it over to the cashier, she couldn't help the small smile that played her lips when she noticed his goofy haircut. It wasn't... Bad. Simply, odd. But with his general appearance, being rather attractive mind you, he pulled it off. "Thanks," She looked down at his name tag. "Jean."
The name and young man it belonged to seemed familiar, but for whatever reason she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Something in the back of her mind insisted that she knew him, but from what was still a mystery.