Author's note: Because seeing people's real life stories being turned into fanfic is fun and you like it so shut up!
"Ugh," Ang thought to herself as she opened the coffeehouse door.
The line was long, per usual, for a long weekend Saturday. She sighed as she took her place in line and waited.
And waited.
AND WAITED.
"This is crazy," a tall redhead said to her as he grabbed her hand to hold it, his affectionate squeezes giving away his pouty frustration; his green eyes looking hard as he stared straight ahead for a quick second, then confused as he looked down to the young woman standing beside him.
When their eyes connected, to say he looked surprised, would have been an understatement.
"You're not my wife," he said softly.
"Nope," she replied, louder than him, of course, because this was weird and she wanted no part of it.
She didn't necessarily have a type, but she came alone, and didn't think this white guy was married to a Black woman.
A femine voice behind them confirmed her suspicions as it said, "You're holding the wrong hand, Honey."
She turned to look and a blond woman looked back at her, amused as heck, thank God.
"You sure?" He grinned first at Ang, then at the blond.
"We're sure," Ang said with a firm nod because she didn't need this drama right now. She just wanted a caramel macchiato, soy milk, extra shot.
She was definitely gonna need it after all of this.
"I feel committed to finishing this coffee date with you," he smiled as he relaxed his stance and peered at the menu board in front of them.
"I'm not paying," Ang said quickly, her bank balance already sending off alarm bells that this coffee trip wasn't worth it.
"Oh, never mind," he said just as quickly. "Let me go back to my wife."
"I'm not paying, either!" She intoned, clearly frustrated that he had ditched her and was being cheap to boot.
"Come hold my hand, sir," a patronly voice in front of them all said kindly. "I'll buy you any frappacino you want."
The redhead scurried to the equally as tall brunette in front of them, grabbed his hand, and turned to both Ang and his wife and said, "At least someone cares about me."
Ang nodded as Nazz snickered and said, "'Sup, Double Dee?"
"Hello, Nazz. Come here often?"