Just in case you didn't read the description - This is a gender-swap!CoffeeShop AU. Just incase you were getting confused about why Stiles is suddenly a girl :) I'm mostly writing this out of boredom and my love for CoffeeShop AUs... so yeah. More chapters to come when I have time!
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Stiles liked her job, she really did. She liked the friendly aroma of the shop that always smelt like freshly ground coffee beans and cinnamon rolls. Stiles wouldn't say that her passion was making complicated lattes, but she didn't complain. She liked the social aspect - having regulars and beginning to count on them coming in at the same time every day. She liked making conversation; talking to people she would have never had the chance to, before giving them their morning coffee. She liked trying to guess newbie's coffee orders, and she was good at it too – 9 times out of ten she was right.
The only thing she didn't like was having to work while all of her friends were out partying or whatever they got up to when she wasn't around. Everyday from 6 - 9 before her classes and 5 – 8 after her classes, she was at the University coffee shop making sure students had their much needed pick me up. The only days she didn't have to work was Friday nights, and Saturday and Sunday mornings – thank god. If she did, her social life would be completely shot.
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Stiles had her head full of mousey brown hair tied up in a bun, as always, as she started her night shift on Saturday.
"How's the crowd been?" She asked Isaac. Isaac Lahey was the other poor kid that had to spend most of his free time working at the shop, just like Stiles.
"Annoying." Isaac muttered as he cleaned a frothy glass. Unlike Stiles, Isaac wasn't as much of a people-person. Stiles grinned at his response.
"You know, I'm waiting for that one day where you tell me that work has been wonderful and you've finally discovered the joy of conversation." Stiles mused, helping Isaac clean the place.
"Oh, shut up. I like conversation just fine. I'm sorry I'm not a bundle full of energy at work like you are."
Stiles paused for a moment before responding. "I have never hung out with you outside of work, did you notice that? That needs to be changed."
"If you say so."
"What are you doing tonight? I'm going with Scott to some party, you should come." Stiles asked and Isaac looked mildly taken back.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Scott is that guy, right? The one who always comes in here at the end of your shift?"
"Big brown eyes and a face like a puppy. That's him."
"Are you guys dating?" Isaac asked. He looked surprised when Stiles burst out into a fit of laugher. It took a while for her to calm herself down enough to speak.
"God – NO. Scott is dating Alison. And me? Scott isn't even in the ballpark of who I'm into."
Just then a ring of the bell came from the door. A girl walked through with headphones jammed into her ears and a sour look on her face. She was gorgeous, though. She had long dark hair that fell pin straight to the middle of her chest. Her eyes were vibrant and intense and she had bone structure that was completely unfair. Stiles suddenly felt very… weird.
"Her." Stiles looked directly at the girl at the door. "Coffee order – go."
"Peppermint Latte… no whipped cream… one sugar." Isaac said with slight confidence.
"Oh, please. She's going to order a black coffee, nothing in it. Trust me." Stiles said. She was usually right and it was something she took shameful pleasure in. Just by the way she looked Stiles could almost imagine everything about her. She imagined what music she was listening to, what classes she took, where she would go after she downed her drink. Guessing a coffee order was child's play.
"What would you like on this wonderful evening?" Stiles asked cheerfully, leaning casually – almost too casually – on the counter. The girl gave her an odd look before speaking.
"One medium English Breakfast tea." She said.
Stiles was surprised, shocked even. She gave her a wide stare, like her ordering tea was the most bizarre thing in the universe.
"That's it." The girl said. She sounded annoyed.
"I'll be right on it." Isaac leaned in for the otherwise silent Stiles and started making her tea.
"Have you ever thought about drinking coffee? Black coffee for instance? You know, I think it would really suit you." Stiles sputtered out.
"I don't like coffee, it's too bitter." She said. She was looking at Stiles oddly – not in annoyance, but something else.
"Too bitter? You just ordered the bitterest tea we have! English Breakfast – Jesus Christ it isn't even breakfast! It's like 5:30!"
"I didn't say I don't like bitter things. Coffee is too bitter; tea is just the right amount of bitter. Now I wasn't aware that you had such a passion about my order, but I'm sorry to disappoint you." She rolled her eyes, but underneath there was a hint of a smile.
"You know, I could make you some delicious coffee. You wouldn't even turn back to tea once you'd tried it. Trust me." Stiles didn't exactly know what was wrong with her. She got people's coffee orders wrong sometimes, it happened, but she was never persistent about it.
"I don't think so."
"You've never been here before, how do you know you're not going to like it?"
"How do you know I've never been here before?"
"Trust me, I would have remembered you." Stiles said the words much more…erotically that she should have. A wave of blush rushed up to her cheeks in an instant. "I mean…"
"Here's your tea." Isaac leaned in again – thank god. "That'll be $1.80." She handed Isaac the money and smiled, turning once more to look at Stiles.
"Thanks." She said, turning to leave.
"Hold on!" Isaac yelled. "What's your name?" The girl paused, almost out of the door. "We're supposed to get to know our customers better. The whole hospitality thing is catching on. Store policy."
"I'm Haley." She said and walked out the door.
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"You're so in love with her." Isaac teased.
They were at a party at some guy's house just off the campus. Isaac had agreed to join them, but Stiles had an itching suspicion that he only agreed because Scott was going to be there.
"Leave me alone!" Stiles wailed at him.
"Stiles is in love?" Scott walked over to them and joined them on the couch, a drunken smile on his face.
"I'm not in love!" She insisted, crossing her arms and burrowing deeper into the couch.
"Aw, all of the signs are here: Insistent denial, constant mopey-ness and a crazy amount of blush. Are you sure you're not wearing makeup, Stiles? Your face is completely pink." Scott said with a huge smile and of course the more he said, the redder Stiles' face became.
"You guys suck."
"So who's the lucky girl?" Scott asked, but it was clear that Stiles wasn't going to say anything.
"Someone named Haley." Isaac answered for her. "She came by the coffee shop today and I think Stiles almost fainted from the sight of her."
"She looks like a freakin' Greek Goddess." Stiles' muffled voice came out from under her arms that were aiding in a cocoon of feelings. "And she was so cool when I was making a complete idiot out of myself and she was all sarcastic and awesome." Stiles sighed, finally deciding to sit upright. "And she ordered tea – of all things, tea! How was I supposed to guess that? She's just so unpredictable and sexy."
"Do you know what she's studying? Or how old she is? I could ask Alison to become friends with her and then maybe she could hang out with us." Scott said.
"You're an awesome friend." Stiles smiled and gave Scott a big side hug. Stiles was very drunk at this point. "Wait… but I don't know anything about her! What am I going to do?" Stiles seemed mid-crisis when Isaac jumped in.
"She had a 'Class of 2008' t-shirt on that looked like it was from a high school. So my guess is that she's in 4th year now." He said.
"Okay that helps." Scott said.
"Oh my god, she's three years older than me? Half of me is turned on and the other half of me is punching myself for always aiming out of my league."