@ksjungrin
hoetaek is eternally grateful for the hipster cafe on campus. the sewer water the cafeteria tries to pass off as coffee is nowhere near good enough to satisfy hoetaek’s constant caffeine cravings, and the fact that this cafe exists on campus—and hoetaek doesn’t have to walk all the way off campus to the next closest one—is one of this school’s few saving graces. when they’d first started coming here, hoetaek would generally get their standard order—americano, iced or hot depending on the season—but, inspired by the impressively large menu this place has, for the last few weeks hoetaek had started ordering something different every day.
they’re three people back in the line, squishing at their cheeks as they stare up at the menu. they’re not sure what to try today. the seasonal drinks had started recently and yesterday they’d tried out a pumpkin spice latte (which had been so good hoetaek’s temped to order it again today). the day before was a caramel frapp, the day before that an iced hazelnut macchiato. they bounce back and forth between a few things, their indecision leaving them stuck, so by the time it’s their turn, they end up doing what usually happens and ordering the first thing their eyes fall on. “uh, hey, can I have a large, um, maple pecan latte, please?” the girl behind the counter puts their order through with a large customer-service smile, taking hoetaek’s name and money, and they move to the side when they’re done, hoping this order is as good as all the other ones they’ve tried.
