January 11th 2015
It's winter when Delphine stumbles across a small cafe in the middle of town. It's freezing outside, the chill of the air seeping into her fingers, maybe she should've worn something a little warmer. She probably should've thought to bring a pair of gloves, she thinks. Her hands ache for the warmth of a cup of coffee.
The door dings when she opens it, signifying her entrance. Oh no, she thinks. It's packed.
Delphine's eyes wander around the coffee shop trying to settle on a place, any tiny little space where she could sit and not be practically in a stranger's lap.
"French Vanilla Latte for Cosima!" A barista yells in a rush, busy with the overload of customers. Delphine's curiosity gets the best of her, Cosima is an odd name after all. She wants to put a face to the intriguing name so she looks over to the counter. Delphine notices the woman, now holding the french vanilla latte. Her fingers are covered in multicolored rings. Her wrists decorated with jangling bracelets as the woman takes a sip of her recently ordered coffee. This woman, Cosima, smiles at her, catching Delphine's careful examination. Cosima starts walking to her, her hips sashaying to a beat only the smaller woman could hear.
"Hey, I'm Cosima." The woman says. Delphine already knows Cosima's name but accepts the introduction with, "Hello. I'm Delphine." Delphine holds out her hand, waiting for Cosima to shake it. "Enchantée, Cosima." Cosima grins and fails at saying the word back properly, her american accent ruining it.
Her brow furrows, "Hey, um, Delphine? Your hand's like...really cold, man." She starts moving her hands around as she talks, her bracelets click clacking with them. "Could I buy you a coffee? To...y'know like warm your hands and stuff, obvs. Oh! Or a tea of course. Tea's cool. There are tea people and then there are coffee people. Then there's me. I kinda go both ways." Cosima smirks but Delphine doesn't get the reference.
Delphine nods at Cosima's offer, appreciating the stranger's kindness. Cosima tilts her head to the side, "So...what'll it be? I got a French vanilla latte. French, I guess, and super sweet. You could get that, but I dunno...if you'd want to like...drink yourself, soo..." She laughs at her own joke. Delphine feels a blush creeping up on her cheeks from the compliment. "Black coffee is fine, actually. Merci."
A small smile forms on Cosima's lips, "Black coffee, hm? I guess that means instead of overly sweet and very french you must be dark, bitter, and super hot. Am I right or nah?" she jokes before she orders the beverage for the other woman. Delphine smiles but doesn't respond. Is Cosima flirting with her? Delphine doesn't want to assume. She wonders if she wants Cosima to be flirting with her or not and she finds herself silently hoping that the other woman is. The thought confuses her for a second but she brushes it off.
Two minutes later, Cosima hands Delphine her coffee and laughs at how the barista was surprised at a plain black coffee order. "Apparently everyone orders whipped cream filled coffee milkshakes nowadays" Cosima says, "Guilty." Cosima holds up her latte, showing Delphine the whipped cream topping the liquid.
The cafe is still stuffed with customers, much to Delphine and Cosima's dismay. "Hey, Delphine?" Cosima asks after a second, "would you want to sit somewhere with me? I promise I'll stop with the coffee jokes." Delphine nods, taking a sip of her insanely hot drink. "Oui. Sounds good."