Hey everyone, this was a prompt from head-master-zefron over on tumblr. It ended up being longer than I expected and is pretty much a big pile of fluff. I hope you enjoy!

I've added the pairings for each prompt into the chapter titles in an attempt to be helpful!

The Prompt: Karkat's a grumpy barista at Starbucks and Terezi comes in all the time to bug him.

Disclaimer: Never have I ever owned Homestuck, and believe me, that is not going to change.

The way Karkat saw it, this whole incident could have been avoided if his past self wasn't such a mind sapping moron. Karkat guessed he could blame Sollux if he wanted, the gangly teen had suggested they go speeding through their school's parking lot at 3 am. Karkat knew this was a cop out, he should have known they would smash into one of the light fixtures, and he should have known he wouldn't be able to pay the three thousand dollars to fix his precious car. His parents had been unsympathetic and informed their son he should consider getting his first job.

So that's how Karkat ended up at Starbucks. He was secretly hoping they wouldn't accept him when he applied, but of course they welcomed him in with open arms.

Karkat quickly learns the way things work there. Greet the customer, take the order, and make the drink. Honestly Karkat was surprised at how easily he was able to pick things up. Training, however, did not prepare him for this…

Karkat's first week goes uneventfully at Starbucks, until one day when a girl his age enters, a long white cane in one hand as she clicks around the lobby of the store. She is wearing a bright red and blue t-shirt, but Karkat is mostly drawn to the red glasses resting on her nose. She weaves through the que in a way that almost seems impossible, stopping at the counter in front of Karkat.

Karkat reaches for his sharpie as the girl stands there, a strange grin seeming to stretch over her face. The girl's eyes are pointed right at Karkat, and he almost feels like backing away slowly and making someone else take her order. No one seems to be around to rescue the grumpy teen, so he relents.

"What can I get for you?" Karkat forces his voice to sound somewhat happy, as was the Starbuck's policy. The girl seems to take some sick delight from his greeting, her grin widening to reveal even more teeth, which Karkat swears somehow look sharp.

"Do you have a menu for the blind?"

For a moment, Karkat only gapes at the girl who is somehow still smiling. She probably knows Karkat has been stunned into silence because she continues smoothly, "I can't see." She then raises one hand and waves it in front of her eyes as if it were a joke.

Karkat glances around, but his manager seems to be mysteriously missing. How is he supposed to deal with something like this? "I don't think we do…" Karkat checks the shelving below his counter, but doesn't see anything that looks like a braille menu.

The girl doesn't seem too disappointed; in fact Karkat thinks she looks rather excited. "Oh well, I guess you'll just have to read the menu to me."

"What?!" Karkat tenses his fingers around his marker as he yells out, and a few people sitting at one of the lobby tables glance over at the pair. They shake their heads, probably muttering something about teenagers, before returning to their coffee. Karkat leans in towards the girl, lowering his voice to just above a hiss, "No way am I going to read the whole menu to you, haven't you ever ordered coffee before?"

The girl scoffs, "I'm a customer so you have to help me, or do you want me to submit a complaint to your manager?" Karkat can almost imagine the girl winking behind her glasses and his thoughts drift to his three thousand dollar debt that he's barely even started paying off.

"Fine…" Karkat turns to the board to begin reading it, but somehow the girl isn't satisfied yet.

"Wait, tell me your name first."

Karkat turns back towards the girl in disbelief, "What…?"

The girl leans over the counter, pushing into Karkat's personal bubble ever so slightly, "Your name. I like to put names to voices."

"Karkat."

The girl leans back, clearly pleased she got the teen to answer, "That's a nice name! I'm Terezi."

Karkat turns away for the second time, muttering "swell" under his breath. If he were looking at Terezi at that moment, he would have seen her eyebrows rise once in amusement at his comment.

Karkat quickly reads the menu, thankful that for once there isn't a line of customers out the door. As he goes he adds his own comments about the drinks, like how the mocha smells like shit and how the caramel frappuchino always jams up the machine like a fucking toilet. Terezi stays silent as he speaks, and when he glances over at her he notices her expression has softened into a light smile as she listens to him speak. Karkat almost allows himself to think how cute she looks right now, almost…

Karkat finishes with a huff, and grabs a cup so he can write down Terezi's order. "Well?"

Terezi's cheshire grin returns when she realizes he is facing her again. "I'll take a grande coffee with one cream and two sugars please." Karkat feels his jaw slacken as the crazy teen across from him giggles uncontrollably, bringing up her free hand to cover her mouth. "Hehehe I can't believe you read me the whole menu."

Karkat feels himself die a little on the inside at the comment. How did he let her trick him? This just proves what a moron he is. Karkat quickly rings Terezi up and goes to prepare her drink; it isn't like she ordered something complicated. On second thought, maybe he'll spend a few extra minutes on her drink, since she's already wasted so much of his time.

Terezi leans over the counter again, calling over to where he is slowly pouring her coffee into a cup. "So how often do you work?" Her question is friendly, as if she didn't trick him only seconds earlier.

Karkat doesn't feel like answering, but something tells him not to ignore this girl. "Pretty much every afternoon, I get the weekends off though." Karkat doesn't know why he is revealing his schedule to someone he just met, and Terezi's grin suggests that he'll regret his decision later.

"Ooh the weekends off that's nice." Terezi walks around the side of the counter to the drink side, and Karkat can see her dark hair through cracks between the espresso machines. "Do you go to Richmond?"

Karkat is reaching for the creamer but pauses as he hears the name of his high school slip through her lips. He continues the motion a second later, "Maybe."

Terezi doesn't seem convinced by his pause but doesn't say anything. Karkat puts the sugar in her drink and clicks on a lid, making extra sure it is on right, since a blind person can't really check that for themselves. Not like he cares or anything, he just doesn't want to get in trouble if she spills her drink all over the place.

Karkat places the drink on the counter firmly, pushing it towards Terezi. She reaches out eagerly, and somehow Karkat isn't surprised when she wraps her fingers around the cup on her first try.

Karkat didn't realize he was still holding onto the cup until her fingers are brushing against his, and he leaps back from the slight electric shock that seems to race through his fingers. Terezi merely giggles at his expense, picking up her drink and taking a small sip.

Karkat fights a slight blush that settles onto his cheeks, and is actually grateful for the girl's blindness. Terezi turns to leave, but pauses at the door.

"See you tomorrow Karkles!"

"What… Karkles?" Karkat goes to voice his complaints but Terezi is already out the door, her cane clicking as she disappears from his sight. Karkat goes back to his work with a sigh; at least now he'll have something to look forward to.

There we have it. More prompts soon to come