[The next morning had been a bitch and a half. In the last twenty hours Ryan Evans had been stood up, had his first real experience with alcohol, danced with a really hot guy, got jerked off in the bathroom by said-hot guy and then came home late and woke up with a hangover. He'd debated skipping class, but in the end he fought down the bile in his throat and sucked it up, hauling himself through a full day of classes. He didn't have a lot of time to think about the night before though when he approached Alex in class that day he just gave a sugar-sweet smile and told him how much fun he had the night before announcing loudly enough that he was so touched that Alex felt he could share the secrets about his STI with him but that it just wasn't going to work out.
Childish? But effective.
Thank god the next morning his schedule was a little less rigid and he could take it easy. The trouble with taking it easy is that he let his mind wander back to Starchild again and it made his brain hurt. He didn't have any classes or rehearsals until the afternoon so he took his time that morning waking up, reveling in the fact that all of his suitemates had to be out early that morning. He eventually emerged from his room around 10am after his morning yoga, ready to fight with the coffee maker and ease into the day when he realized that one of the useless people he lived with didn't buy anymore coffee.
And so his easy morning turned into "I'm going to leave passive-aggressive notes on the coffee maker before I get dressed and go out to the most hipster cafe I can find."
Turns out it didn't take that long. A friend of a friend had told him about this coffee shop not far from campus that he had to check out and so wrapped up in jacket and a scarf with a matching trilby Ryan Evans braced the chill autumn air of New York to walk two blocks. He had headphones in and he was absorbed with his music, practically dancing his way down the street as he ignored everybody around him, eventually making his way into the shop and up to the line at the counter. There was only one person ahead of him which gave him enough time to look around at the cafe and at the board. By the time he got to the counter he was looking down at his iPhone to swap songs, not looking up as he places an order.]
If I asked for a nonfat vanilla latte with two shots of expresso would that be possible, or do I have to go two blocks the other way to Starbucks?
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Childish? But effective.
Thank god the next morning his schedule was a little less rigid and he could take it easy. The trouble with taking it easy is that he let his mind wander back to Starchild again and it made his brain hurt. He didn't have any classes or rehearsals until the afternoon so he took his time that morning waking up, reveling in the fact that all of his suitemates had to be out early that morning. He eventually emerged from his room around 10am after his morning yoga, ready to fight with the coffee maker and ease into the day when he realized that one of the useless people he lived with didn't buy anymore coffee.
And so his easy morning turned into "I'm going to leave passive-aggressive notes on the coffee maker before I get dressed and go out to the most hipster cafe I can find."
Turns out it didn't take that long. A friend of a friend had told him about this coffee shop not far from campus that he had to check out and so wrapped up in jacket and a scarf with a matching trilby Ryan Evans braced the chill autumn air of New York to walk two blocks. He had headphones in and he was absorbed with his music, practically dancing his way down the street as he ignored everybody around him, eventually making his way into the shop and up to the line at the counter. There was only one person ahead of him which gave him enough time to look around at the cafe and at the board. By the time he got to the counter he was looking down at his iPhone to swap songs, not looking up as he places an order.]
If I asked for a nonfat vanilla latte with two shots of expresso would that be possible, or do I have to go two blocks the other way to Starbucks?