AN: I'm playing catch up with tumblr so the next chapter should be up sometime today as well. Also as a forewarning any French used in this story is by way of Google translate (and the internet in general) feel free to message/review me of any mistakes.
Adjusting her bag on her shoulder Delphine pushed through the glass doors of the coffee shop. She was determined to get this job today. Her morning class was over. She was in no rush. She would never admit it, but her reasoning for coming back to the coffee shop after her morning class might have had something to do with the girl currently waving her arms about wildly. How long are her shifts? Doesn't she have class? An arm full of jingling bracelets goes swiping through the air. One bracelet colliding with four others as her hands twist and turn. "No, no, no, no. See, that's where you are wrong. All wrong. I'm beginning to wonder if you even listen in lecture. If you were to—" Clearing her throat in order to speak, Delphine makes eye contact with Cosima. It only takes a second for a smile to light up the other girl's face. Leaning on the counter Cosima rests her head in her hand. "Wow, you either really like me or really liked that coffee to be back so soon."
"Oh…I…"
"Don't worry. If our places were switched I'd be back too." She crosses her arms on the counter. Then stands up straighter. "What can I get ya? French vanilla again?" The cheery grin never leaves Cosima's face. Maybe it is her default setting. A very cruel, default setting. Delphine for the life of her can't figure out why the English language, heck even her native tongue, is deserting her at such a crucial time. All her focus seems to be aimed at eyeliner accented eyes or sharp, pearly teeth. Giving her head a little shake she finally answers, "Non. No. I was actually wondering if I could—"
"Oi! Cos! Gimme one of those donut thingies that I like. Oh and do you have more of those banana nut muffins, for Helena?" A loud voice cuts Delphine off. Chimes slamming against the glass door. A girl in a hoodie and some ripped jeans comes stomping to the counter. "There's a line you know. We've got actual customers now," Cosima replies arm motioning towards Delphine. She shoos her friend off of the counter. Who, turns her gaze to Delphine and gives her a casual glance from head to toe. "I see," she says with a smirk. Cosima turns to Scott, rolling her eyes, saying, "Can you get her, her food please."
"No problem," Scott replies. He moves passed Cosima to get some wax paper. Cosima adjusts her glasses more out of habit than necessity before saying, "Really sorry about that. Old friend. Major pain. She thinks she get's special treatment. But that's beside the point. What were you going to say?"
"Oh, well…" Delphine licks her lips and glances towards the menu up above. Then glances towards Cosima's friend. Her eyes are quickly drawn back to Cosima's expectant expression. Has Cosima always had a nose ring? "I would like to…to" to work along side you—to see that smile every day—to…to…merde. Where are these thoughts coming from? This is not what is needed to be said. "Nevermind," Delphine says with a wave of her hand. Clutching the strap of her bag, she speeds out the shop. "You really know how to talk to the ladies," Delphine hears Cosima's friend say.
"Shut up, Sarah. It's your fault."
"What? How is that?"
"You completely interrupted her when your loud mouth came barging into the store." Delphine did not hear the following response as the door bangs behind her. Maybe she'd be better off working somewhere else, where there wasn't a cute girl with dreads, who was quickly pushing her way into Delphine's mind and (dare she accept?) her heart as well.
