zoro didn't mind when it happened the first time. he didn't think much when it happened the second time. he thought it weird the third time. the fourth time it happened, he was sure the barista was playing a prank. after all, how difficult could it be to spell his name when it only consists of four letters?
a vein popped on his head as he read the name on the cup: shoro. he has had enough. zoro slams the cup of black coffee on the counter and called the damn barista.
"oi."
the barista, an orange-haired beauty, turned her attention to him. with a bright smile on her face, she asks zoro if there was something she could do for him. the smile did nothing to assuage his anger. a tanned finger points at the fancy script on his cup.
"look at this. what does it say?"
the barista, nami, it says on her nameplate, had the audacity to blink innocently. she looked at the name on the cup before looking back up at him.
"your name, sir?"
another vein popped on the greenhead's temple.
"lady, my name is zoro. z-o-r-o. does this look like my name to you?"
her brown gaze settled on the cup once more. somehow, her smile turned even brighter.
"i'm sorry, sir. let me correct the name for you."
she takes the cup and a sharpie and scribbled his name on it. zoro waited, impatiently tapping his finger on the countertop as the woman finished scribbling on his coffee. nami placed the cup on the counter and pushed it in his direction. zoro clicked his tongue and took the cup, leaving without another word.
he was outside when he noticed something else scribbled underneath the corrected name. a heart right next to a cellphone number. the greenhead shook his head with a small smile before taking a sip of coffee.
inside, nami lets out an excited squeal as she watched her favorite customer walk away.
A/N: haha hello i've been writing too many exercises.