Hello! So this is a rewrite of a fic by the same name. I got a review saying the way Matthew acted was OOC, which I agree with, so here's a revised version that's hopefully not as OOC?
"Hey look! Some maple tea, do you wanna get some Mattie?" Alfred points at the store in the airport arrivals hall as he helps Matthew with his luggage, glad that his brother had come to visit.
"Sounds nice." Matthew nods, going into the small store and placing his order. The two sit down and catch up for a while before his order number is called, where he then goes to receive it.
"That'll be eight dollars." The cashier says, handing the drink over. Digging through his wallet with American dollars he had exchanged not long ago, Matthew found himself disoriented, unable to find the required banknotes due to a mix of travel induced tiredness and all of them being green.
"Need help bro?" Alfred asks teasingly, a smirk on his face.
"Maple..!" Matthew mutters under his breath, anxiety building up by the second as he tries to find the right bills, but the harder he tried it seemed the more clammy his hands got.
"Well, here's the cash, thanks for the drink!" Alfred declares, clapping a hand on the other's shoulder and walking out of the store.
"Colour code your damn money.." Matthew sighs to himself, looking at the cup of maple tea in his hands then at Alfred, who continues to blabber on and on about 'heroes' and the like.