Bordom.
It was the only word for what Santana was feeling. Sitting in the bar, surrounded by all her friends, with Quinn on one side and Kurt on the other, all she could feel with boredom. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying playing with the feeling of the bartender, (Jake?,) who had been flirting with her all night, just that it didn't feel like enough.
Leaving the car and shooting a look of death at Kurt in response to his offer to join her she slipped out of the bar. Looking around she was greeted by the familiar sites of the street of Minneapolis. It wasn't that Puck's was her favorite bar, but the nightlife around wasn't all that great, and besides Quinn totally had a thing for the Puck guy.
They had all decided to move out to Minnesota after high school, the theater scene was almost as good as New York's and it felt more approachable for actors who were just starting out. It was weird being there without Rachel, but after Finn and everything they understood wanting to go to NYC, it had always really been her dream anyway.
Santana started wandering aimlessly down the street wishing she had brought a coat, even though it was only September. The Gopher State seemed to have no inbetweens, it was either 100 degrees out or freezing. She knew she should go back to the bar, but she also new Quinn would understand, she hadn't really been her same bad ass self sense the break up with Dani. It was tough, they had been dating through most of college, but not being able to shake it of scared her more than anything else.
She found herself sitting at a coffee shop a few blocks from the bar, it would probably be closing soon, but she new to value any amount of peace and quiet she could get. She ordered a dark roast coffee from the guy working there, his name tag read Sam and he had a mop of goofy blond hair.
"Here you go," he smiles handing her the mug of steaming hot liquid "I hope you Batman!"
She looks down at the mug noticing the huge cartoon of the red man climbing up a building emblazoned on the front.
"What is this place anyway, it's kind of weird to have mugs that aren't just, I don't know, boring?" Santana replies, noting that even to her, the lack of a scornful remark or comment of nerdyness felt odd.
"It's just a start up, my sister and I bought the space and thought it would be fun by fun mugs, we drove up to Grand Marais and got a ton from the recycling center up there, that's where that ones from, the other ones are just from random places we've been and thrift stores around town." He seemed really excited to tell the story, and she figured at least one of them should be happy so she kept up the conversation.
"That's awesome, when did you guys open, wasn't their a Caribou here before?" She didn't really care, but she also didn't have anything better to do, might as well stay here in the warmth and sober up.
"We just opened two weeks ago, some people still come in here and are disappointed they can't get the Mint Condition Mocha they were expecting, but they get over it, or at least pretend to." His lopsided grin intensified as Santana took the seat closest to where he was standing behind the counter talking. "It's been super fun, stressful, but satisfying. Britanny, my sister, can't work much because she's still in school, and it's hard to find people to work, we're too far for most of the college kids."
"So your sister co-owns a business well still in school, thats amazing! Maybe I should just do that, my friends keep telling my I need a job, I mean I think they need to get lives before they can tell me what to do, but whatever…" She rolled her eyes thinking about Rachels angry rant over skype about no one being able to survive on an actor's pay, and how getting another job was essential and yada yada yada.
"You could work for us!" He looked positively elated, but his face fell as Sanatana started to snicker.
"Right, please go home and tell you sister, that you," she pauses to as laughter engulfed her again, "Hired some random chick, practically of the street, whose name you don't even know and who has no credentials. I'll even give you my number so you can tell me how it goes." Santana had quieted down, Sam had gotten her out of her bored state, she would give him that much.
He frowned grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from the counter and coming around the counter to sit with her, clearly under the assumption no one else was coming in for the night. He sat down crossing his legs and assuming a mock professional appearance.
"Allow me to conduct an interview, as you Americans say, Ms. …" he allowed the words to spew from him in the most pretentious British accent he could muster.
"Lopez, Santana Lopez." She had to admit she was amused by his dorkiness, though not convinced she wanted a job at the coffee shop at all.
"Favorite Superhero; keeping in mind iron man does not count as he is just a rich man with fancy toys?"
"Black Widow?"
"Perfect, you're hired."
"I don't know man, you seem cool, but I haven't even met your sister and I don't know anything about making coffee…" She was trying desperately to figure out if it was a good idea of not, on the plus side it would get her friends of her back, but she also didn't like people in general so that was a definite downside.
"Pleaseeee, we could really use some more hands on deck, plus you seem really chill. Coffee is super easy, people only pay for it because the fancy machines are expensive. Britt will be here soon come on do it for me?" His reciting the whole thing in an Oliver Twist voice was really what pushed her over the edge.
"Fine, but I better be able to keep my tips," she sighed out.
They made small talk for about fifteen minutes until an amazingly beautiful blonde women who Santana could only assume was Brittany walked into the shop, sobbing.