The Coffee Shop Saga

Based on the song: Taylor, the Latte Boy

This fic was inspired by a rendition sung by Alan Cumming which you can find on YouTube

This is what I do when procrastinating on studying for finals. Sigh. I own nothing, all these characters belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare! xx Lady Knight xx


Part 1

"Alec, c'mon we have to plan matching outfits for school tomorrow!" Isabelle protested, as Alec ignored her and made a beeline for the doorway of the closest Starbucks coffee shop.

"Izzy, in case you haven't noticed, it is freezing out and we are just as capable of planning inside with coffee." Alec snapped, not breaking his stride. "And I have no intention whatsoever of wearing matching outfits."

Isabelle huffed but followed him obediently; Jace was already at the door scanning for any signs of trouble.

"It's just a coffee shop, I seriously doubt there's anything magical in here." Isabelle muttered to Jace.

"Want to go find a table? I'll get the drinks." said Alec, already feeling better in the warmth.

"I'll have a double latte," said Isabelle, unwinding her scarf.

Jace was staring into the bakery case with longing, practically drooling: "I want a cheesecake brownie."

"Ok, go grab us a table." Alec said, looking down at his hands to pull off his gloves.

The coffee shop was packed with people at 8:11 p.m., so Jace happily went off muttering: "Yes…a quest!" Alec thought some customers were about to be persuaded to give up their table. Jace had never been very patient.

When he looked up again, he was gazing at a beautiful Asian boy with spiked glittery hair and gorgeous golden cat eyes lined with kohl. Gold jewelry dripped from his ears, and he had a small nose piercing as well. Alec literally felt his jaw drop. He was sure he was about to spontaneously combust, or at least was sure that his heart had stopped beating momentarily. Perhaps it had sprouted wings and flown away. Alec had never seen someone as beautiful as this barista.

"Hello, welcome to Starbucks." chirped the boy mechanically. His name tag read: Hello, my name is Magnificent Magnus. His slim light-brown hands never stopped moving: shutting the cash register drawer, grabbing a rag to wipe up a spill, adjusting an earring.

Then his literally golden eyes flicked toward Alec's face, and upon catching sight of Alec, the exquisite hands slowed to a full stop. And Magnus smiled at him.

"How are you?" Magnus asked softly, seemingly captivated by Alec.

"Fine, and my name's Alec." Alec said, immediately mentally kicking himself. You didn't usually introduce yourself to your barista when ordering drinks.

"Hey," the barista said, "My name's Magnus. What can I get you?"

Alec quickly rattled off their order: "Um, a double latte, a cheesecake brownie and a plain black coffee please."

Magnus raised a perfect eyebrow. "You sure you want just plain coffee? This is Starbucks."

"Um. What would you recommend?" Alec asked, blushing slightly. He never deviated from his ritual of plain black coffee, but he was willing to do or say anything to keep talking to Magnus for just a little longer.

"Magnus! Hurry up and stop talking to the customers!" snapped a pale, cold-looking woman, with her white-blond hair pulled in a high bun, who strode past glaring at Alec. Alec flinched. He thought he'd rather face a horde of Ravener demons singlehandedly then tangle with her.

"Yes, Lady Camille." Magnus said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "My store manager." he said, by way of explanation to Alec. "Pay her no attention whatsoever. Merlin knows that's what I do."

"Oh." Alec always felt like he was so bad with words and wasn't sure what to say. "She seems….well, anyway, what would you recommend?"

"Ever tried a cappuccino?"

"Er…no, as a matter of fact, I haven't."

"Is today the day you're going to?"

Alec was not the impulsive one; he was always the responsible, predictable adult. Isabelle and Jace had the market cornered on impulsive and irresponsible decisions. But today, that was about to change. Even if it was just in a small way. He didn't know what a cappuccino was, hadn't heard of it before today. A cappuccino could be made with the tears of vampires and congealed demon slime for all he knew. Alec felt like his cheeks were burning bright red, and he pushed a hand through his black hair nervously.

But he said: "Sure." And smiled at Magnus.

And Alec could have sworn that Magnus winked.


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