The bell above the door tinkled as the woman entered the coffee shop. She was tall, her light hair pulled into a tight bun, and a frown upon her face. Carrie sighed. The problem with her job was dealing with people who were in a bad mood, as this woman clearly was.

"What can I get you for today?" Carrie asked the woman as she stepped up to the counter.

"My usual." Came the clipped reply.

And that wouldn't normally be a problem except for the small fact that Carrie had never seen this woman before.

"What is your usual ma'am?" Carrie asked as politely as she could. The woman, who'd had her face in her phone before, whipped her head up to glare at Carrie.

Oh no.

"My usual, you petulant child." She snapped. "And get it to me fast."

Carrie resisted another sigh. "Ma'am, I don't know what your usual is. Can you please tell me?" Carrie had a feeling the woman's head would explode based on the way her face flushed red with anger.

"Get me a latte with two pumps of hazelnut and one pump of caramel."

"Yes ma'am." Carrie grabbed a cup. "Is medium alright with you?"

"I get large." The woman practically snarled. Spit landed on Carrie's face and she calmly wiped it off, despite feeling her anger rise. The woman didn't have to be a bitch even if she was in a bad mood. Carrie hadn't done anything to her.

"Sorry." She quickly switched the cups out and grabbed a sharpie. "Can I have a name for the order?"

"Sarah." The woman said. Carrie wrote the name on the cup.

"Coming right up." Carrie said. She spun on her heel and tried to get Sarah her drink as fast as she could. She rushed through, pumping in the caramel and hazelnut. She mixed the flavors together and brought the drink to the counter.

"Here's your drink." She said, sliding it across the counter to her. She paid for the drink and went to sit down. She had to be there. She couldn't have taken it to go. Carrie moved to the next customer in line and thankfully served him with no problems. Her life was Karen-free for about five minutes before another person came up to the counter. He seemed normal at first, but when Carrie asked for his order, he glared at her.

"A latte." He said. Carrie wasn't in the mood to speak to this guy much more, and grabbed a medium sized cup.

"Name?" She asked. He scowled at her.

"Mark." He said. She wrote it down and went to get him his latte. When she brought it to the counter his bad mood had only intensified.

"Your customer service is atrocious." He told her.

"Uh…." Carrie wasn't sure what she'd done. "I'm… sorry?"

"You should go faster. And you should be more friendly. It'll make you look nicer. And trust me you need it." Carrie held onto the latte and glared right back at Mark. Before she could say anything, another voice sounded from behind the man.

"Oh fuck off."

The man whirled around, and Carrie caught a glimpse of who had spoken. She was shorter than Carrie, wearing a pink leopard print top and a tan hat with a black rim. She had pretty hair braided into many braids and a no nonsense look on her face.

"You can't tell her that she should be nicer when you're over here acting like an ass." The girl said. "So just take your latte, and kindly scoot yourself out the door."

The man didn't know what to say to that. He looked uncomfortable (Carrie wouldn't deny that she had snickered a little bit) and dumbly took his drink and left. Carrie grinned at the girl, and finally got a good look at her. She was beautiful. Carrie's heart hammered painfully in her chest and Carrie's eyes widened. She had to look away because her cheeks were flushing bright pink. The girl smiled back at Carrie, and Carrie practically died.

"Uh- t-thanks." She managed to get out. She cleared her throat. "Uh, what would you like?" The girl looked up at the menu.

"Can I have a large Irish Cream?" The girl asked.

"Yep. What can I get for a name?" The girl smirked.

"I'd like to leave that part wrapped in mystery." She said. "Just pick something to write." She dug in her small over the shoulder bag and took out a wad of cash. Carrie began making the drink, glad that she could take her time since there was no one in line behind the girl. She finished and returned to where the girl was standing. The girl gave her the money and Carrie counted it.

"You paid twenty dollars over what you're supposed to pay." Carrie told her, handing back most of the bills. The girl waved her hand.

"Keep it as a tip." She said. "It's also to make up for your experience with crappy customers." Carrie wasn't sure if that was even allowed, but it would help pay her rent for this month so she pocketed the extra money.

"Thanks." The girl smiled. Carrie went to put the money for the drink in the register when she noticed a small slip of paper. On it was a phone number. Carrie felt herself smile.

When she got home later that night, she plopped onto her bed and pulled out her phone. She entered in the number and texted:

823-679-9078: Hey, I'm assuming you're that really cute girl from the coffee shop today. If you're not I guess she just wrote your number down and wanted me to text you.

A few minutes later, they texted back.

823-195-5450: hey, i'm assuming you're that really cute barista at that coffee shop. don't worry I wouldn't just send you a random person's number lol.

823-195-5450: i'm flynn btw

Carrie smiled and quickly typed,

823-679-9078: Carrie.

She hesitated before writing,

823-679-9078: Wanna meet up sometime?

823-195-5450: i'd love to. how's tomorrow? maybe at that park right near your work?

823-679-9078: Sounds great. I get off work at 4 tomorrow.

823-195-5450: i'll be there

A/N: This is my first time writing a one-shot so I apologize if it sucks! This was heavily inspired by a scene in the book A Dark and Hollow Star by Ashley Shuttleworth. (They are a really good author and I seriously recommend it. It's great) This was written for Lesbian Day of Visibility. I hope you liked it and I would love some feedback! Thank you for reading.