Chapter Three:
Mains Froides
It was like most other Sunday afternoons in February for most people, and it would've been for Burgundy as well if it wasn't for the fact that Georgia decided to escort her to work so she could gloat over her girlfriend wearing an apron and fixing her a complicated order of coffee. Hopefully she wouldn't make a scene. Georgia had joked about showing up but Burgundy had thought that it was just one of her comical veiled threats. Georgia looked particularly happy, even going as far as humming some random tune.
"You don't have to walk me to work," Burgundy reminded.
"I want to see you make me a coffee with an apron on and that is what I'm going to see," Georgia chimed for the thirtieth time.
Burgundy rolled her eyes. "I make you coffee everyday."
"Non!" Georgia said, using French as if to mock her. "You don't make me coffee. You just fill the coffee maker with water and grind and it makes me coffee."
"Do you have a coffee-and-apron fetish or something? On second thought, I probably don't want to know. It'll be about half an hour before we can even think about serving people."
"I'll just wait inside."
"That's not possible."
Georgia scrunched up her nose. "Then I'll just have my nose and hands pressed against the glass until you let me in."
"The manager will probably have you arrested." Burgundy formed her hand to imitate a phone and said with a deep voice, "'Excuse me, Officer Jenny, but there's this weird woman with red hair and a yellow hat leering in the window. She might be a thief. You'll be here in twenty minutes? I don't know…She might do something weird.'"
"Stick with your day job. You'll never make it as a comedian," Georgia jeered, rubbing her hands together.
"Told you to bring gloves," Burgundy reminded.
"Didn't think it would be this freaking cold." Burgundy sighed. She knew that this would happen. Georgia underestimated the cold in the middle of winter of all seasons, and now she has her hands balled up underneath her sleeves while she has on her favorite pair of purple wool gloves. Watching her like this just ticked her off. So she grabbed her hands and started rubbing them. This would only work for a few seconds, the combination of her gloved hands and warm bursts of her breath running over and thus surprising her girlfriend. This didn't make sense and it created more of a spectacle than anything, but as their fingers interlaced with each other, the cold didn't seem so frigid.
