Metal chimes ring against glass doors. A quick glance around the small shop shows three students sitting at separate tables working away on tablets and laptops. Two people stood in line in front of the counter. A woman waited to the side, nails tapping away. Behind the counter a boy, who could only be some sort of science or engineer major, was taking the next man's order. Despite it's emptiness the shop was bright. Upbeat music was playing through ceiling speakers. A comforting smell of caffeinated beverages and tasty pastries filling the small shop. Delphine walked up to the line. Confident clacking of heels beneath her. Hello. My name is Delphine Cormier and I would like to…to apply for a job, she rehearsed in her head. She ran the words through her mind a couple more times as the person before her said her order. As the woman moved to the side the boy behind the counter asked cheerfully, "Hey, what can I get you?" He had a pleasant smile on his face as he waited for Delphine to speak. She opened her mouth ready to relay her rehearsed words, when a voice cut in, "Scott where's the extra cans of whipped cream? We're out. We def. can't make a decent drink without whipped cream."

"Cosima really? There should be more in the back refrigerator. Did you even look?" Delphine watches as a smirk grows on Cosima's face. Her bright eyes glance back at Delphine before brightening. Delphine didn't know eyes could relay just excitement so quickly. With a tongue peeking through teeth grin Cosima turns fully towards Delphine saying, "I know we're inside but you could still catch some flies in that pretty mouth of yours." Delphine snaps her mouth shut. Cheeks turning pink. She wasn't aware her mouth had been open. A playful smirk grows on Cosima's face. Leaning forward on the counter she throws back, "I got this Scotty, wanna go check the fridge for me?" He gives them both a quick look before sighing. Taking the empty can from Cosima's hand he walks to the back. Readjusting her glasses Cosima asks, "So beautiful, what can I getcha?"

"Oh um...I," Delphine tries to pull up the words she had down not even ten minutes ago. But her poor brain was drawing a blank. Running a hand through her hair she mutters, "Merde," before spitting out, "I would like a French vanilla coffee please."

"French hmmm?" Cosima gives Delphine a blatant once over, "Coming right up." Cosima bounces over to the coffee machines, dreads swaying. This. This makes no sense. Why do I feel so…so nervous? Delphine watched Cosima. She was just a sociable barista. With friendly eyes, and an enthusiastic smile. So why are her cheeks beginning to feel hot? Merde. Shit. This wasn't supposed to be difficult. Biting her lower lip she wishes for the boy to come back. Maybe she'll be coherent with him. "Sorry, I totes forgot to ask your name…for the order of course," Cosima grins. Coffee cup and marker in her hands. "Delphine."

"Mmm…Delphine. Very French." Cosima gives a full-toothed grin as she finishes writing the name. She doesn't even look at Scott when she takes the whip cream can from him. Eyes making hard eye contact with Delphine. She covers the top of the drink with extra whipped cream. Cosima grabs a lid with her free hand then holds both it and the cup out for Delphine to take. "Merci," Delphine says, hoping that her voice didn't sound as breathless as she thinks it did. The brush of Cosima's warm fingertips was affecting her more that it should have. "Hope to see you again," Cosima says followed by a wink. The grin that Delphine was beginning to hate was still in place. Looking down embarrassedly, Delphine turns on her heels and scuttles out of the coffee shop. I will try again tomorrow. It isn't until later that evening that she realizes she never paid for her drink.