cold coffee || blake&kiera.
Coffee at the local cafe was a daily routine for Blake, considering it was the best coffee he’d found yet, although even that wasn’t his favorite. The atmosphere of the place was nice enough, however, that it was the kind of place he didn’t mind spending his mornings before class. The tall boy stood at the counter waiting for his normal order of black coffee to arrive in front of him, his tired eyes wandering the room. Catching sight of a girl sitting by herself at one of the tables, he smiled softly to himself. She seemed familiar in a way, but his attention was quickly drawn away when his order was called. The boy removed the lid from his cup, moving to the table next to him to spill a dab of milk inside, the black and white contrast swirling around the edges of the cup.
He began his trail towards the door when his eyes were drawn to that girl again, the one that seemed like someone he should know. It didn’t click with him until he saw the unreal amount of sugar that she was pouring into her cup that he did know her. His palms suddenly felt very hot and sweaty, and he was sure it wasn’t just the hot coffee cup. It took him a moment to find his train of thought and assess the situation, standing in the middle of the cafe like some freak who completely forgot what they were doing. Blake blinked, realizing he must’ve been staring, whilst deciding that it might just be easier to start a conversation. When he arrived at her table, he almost fell short, no words coming from his mouth. Before she could notice his presence, he cleared his throat. “Keep putting all that sugar in your coffee and you’re going to be sick. And the milk doesn’t dilute it, just makes it more bearable to drink.”