@shrikestart location: some random cafe out in town, sorry i am uncreative af.
Her nose twitched as she considered the dessert display by the counter, one gloved hand coming up to rub over it immediately afterward. She had already placed her order, a gingerbread latte for ‘Nora’ — not exactly close enough, she pondered but she chose not to correct the barista, but didn’t have much to do besides swaying in place in the packed cafe and basking in its warmth before she would have to step outside again. As she heard ‘her name’ called in succession with someone else’s, she made her way to the service counter just as the other person was leaving, clearly in a hurry.
She stared at their back as the shop door closed behind them before reaching for the styrofoam cup that was left, feeling the warmth of it even through her thick gloves. She was about to take a sip before her eyes caught on a name that wasn’t hers. Realising that there must have been a mix-up, she swore under her breath and hastily left the cafe in pursuit of the other person. When she stepped out, she looked around until she spotted them once more and began pushing through the crowd to reach them. Once she was close enough, she reached out, her fingers barely grasping the back of their coat, tugging slightly. “Hey,” She said, embarrassingly out of breath, her cheeks red with exhaustion and her wind-ruffled hair falling into her eyes. “Um, you’ve got my coffee by accident, I’ve yours.” She lifted the cup in her hand as proof, then, finger quotes and all, tacked on, “I’m “Nora”.”