And he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple! And he didn't think I knew,
But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple,
And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing? And thank you for the extra skim…"
He said, "Keep the $3.55," because this triple latte was on him.
The next time she saw him was on Wednesday of the next week. She had avoided the Starbucks for two days, afraid of seeing him, afraid of his reaction, afraid of everything. But that was before Ino had found out and had threatened bodily harm on her and her immediate family if she didn't go traipsing to the Latte Boy. Never had Sakura seen a very scary, very determined Ino, that she had just nodded and robot-marched into the direction her best friend had pointed into.
She couldn't help but note that once more, it was eight eleven in the morning. And she was looking haggard, as usual. And Sasuke was there, leaning at the counter, although he straightened up the moment he saw her push open the door.
She sent a weak smile at him, "Hi. Venti double latte. Sakura."
"I know."
He had pulled out a cup from under the counter and went to the coffee making machines. He hadn't even written anything on it yet, but Sakura saw that there were already scribbles on it. She watched him flip the lever once, twice…thrice. Stunned, she waited as he pulled on a cover, grabbed a straw, and placed it in front of her.
She blinked at the drink. "Um. I haven't paid yet."
"Hn," he grunted, as if what she said was the most normal thing in the world.
"I also asked for a double latte, not a triple one."
"Hn. I heard you."
Sakura really wanted to stop herself from rolling her eyes, really she did, but that display of arrogance was just too much. She heard him sigh.
"The coffee's on the house, Sakura."
That was as effective as any other blatant dismissal.
"Uh, thanks." She took the cup and the straw and began to walk.
"…and."
She stopped when she heard his voice. And she hadn't expected him to be someone who stuttered. She turned to look at him to see that he had a small tint of pink on his cheeks. His ears were already red and raw. She smiled slightly.
"Thanks for watching our band play last Saturday."
She nodded at him again, her smile widening. "Thanks for the coffee, too."
They smiled at each other, before Sakura nodded and went out.
Imagine her horror when she found out that the napkin he had given her was the one that Ino had used to write her 'poem.'
Sakura's face flamed in embarrassment, before she noticed something else written on the cup:
Sakura the latte girl,
Will you go out with me?
(Don't you dare make me say it again.
I'll see you tomorrow morning at eight eleven.)
Sakura turned pink at first, then she laughed.
