It was a bitingly cold January morning as the wind swept into the coffee shop. Jack Frost danced around the customers closest to the door to the tinkling music of the bell. They swept in like ancient coat racks, shrouded in black tarps, having recently escaped from the attic. And from the looks on their faces they did not much care for cobwebs and mothballs.
"A plain coffee. Black". It was a statement, not a question. She regarded the barista with steely eyes. As cold and frigid as her giant bloomers, which he had the misfortune to imagine her wearing.
"Aha, will that be all?" He asked, his face caught between a grimace and amusement.
"Did I say something funny?!" She glowered at the young man, as if trying to throttle his soul with her eyes and paid in exact change.
"Not at all ma'am". He swept the money into the register and placed the receipt in her boney talons. She perched at the end of the bar like a giant crow, watching, untrusting. As he finished pouring the coffee he bent and let a pentacle with a goats head on a silver chain slip briefly out of is shirt. Her eyes widened as she saw him sprinkle something in her drink, his lips moving silently. He tucked his pendant back into his uniform and brought the drink to the end of the bar with a huge smile.
"I saw that! What was that you put in my drink?!" Her voice was shrill and the other customers looked around in a mixture of curiosity and mild alarm. She pointed an accusing finger. "Poison! Witchcraft! You're trying to curse me! You- You devil worshipperheathen!"
The young man didn't flinch, his smile still in place.
"Not at all, madam. It was sugar, you always take sugar. If you don't like it, I'll be happy to make it again for you." His eyes twinkled. "How've you been feeling lately?" A seemingly innocent question to ask during cold and flu season. The nun blanched and promptly fell over. Her sisters, with great effort and some annoyance hefted her up and called a cab.
"What was all that fuss, Addison?" Inquired the manager, leaning out of the break room.
Addison shook his head, looking bewildered. "I... think she may be diabetic?" He shrugged with a bemused expression.
"Humph.." Said the manager, keen to return to the heat and a soft chair.
Addison smiled and began making the next order.
And then Sonic the hedgehog came in and ordered his triple espresso ultra super mochachinno with raw coffee beans grated on top. Because how did you think he does that shit?
Shadow leaned apathetically at the end of the bar, getting all the bitches' numbers as he waited for his octuple espresso, say for one blonde at the back of the shop. She wore a scarf like an old movie starlette, large sunglasses obscuring her face. She simply smiled enigmatically and shook her head.
The bell rang again as Tails entered. The entire coffee house ground to a halt, staring at him in eerie silence, not unlike a murder of crows in a certain Hitchcock movie, until he retreated slowly and went back to McDonald's, where kids fucking belong!
The end...for now.
{Le Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic, Shadow, Tails, or the mysterious blonde. Addison belongs to my brother. The nuns are an exaggeration of my own imagination and if you take offense on behalf of the catholic church for this, you have more issues than I do.}