The Coffee Shop AU
A.N.: Had this thought while browsing Tumblr and stumbling upon a "what actually happens at a coffee shop" post, and since Ubisoft isn't using these characters, I may as well. Enjoy!
Alan Rikkin's blood had stained Cal's hands.
It'd been warm. And thick. And difficult to get out of his clothes. (Thank God for Lin's not-at-all suspicious knowledge of getting blood out of clothes.)
He'd killed a man, not for his own agenda or on his own convictions, but for an organization he barely understood, and the second they make contact with that organization, this was the thanks he got?!
Callum turned from the line in front of him and started grinding espresso beans for a pour over.
In all honesty, none of them were what one would call "qualified to run a café" in any regard, but they had quickly learned what they could and could not do.
For instance, Moussa spent about ten minutes performing magic tricks for each customer and ended up pushing the line out the door, hence why he was usually doing the washing up; he couldn't waste time.
Lin became a ticking time bomb if she were forced to interact with people too much, so she was mostly on assembly, blending, pouring, pumping, and stirring with unmatched grace and precision, which made it look like she'd been doing this for ages.
And Callum was on register because…well, he'd worked as a cashier for a bit; that was close enough, right?
When that Miles guy had intercepted them, he wasted no time in assigning them to positions in a bureau, where they would "act as checkpoints for other assassins and gain revenue for the cause."
Of course, by "act as checkpoints" he'd meant, "be suspicious of anyone who ordered a flat white with pump of raspberry syrup" and by "gain revenue for the cause" he meant "humiliate yourselves in the name of customer service so that your tips can go anywhere but you."
It didn't matter. Soon enough, they'd probably determine that the bleeding effect wasn't major enough to pose a problem (he totally wasn't seeing Aguilar in line. Totally.) and they'd start sending them on missions. He just had to be patient.
Patience was not his strongsuit.
Still, it was just coffee.
How hard could it be?
A.N.: I've got a couple "episode" ideas floating around in my head, but if you want to review and add your own experiences as baristas or let me know if what I'm writing doesn't square with your experience, I'd greatly appreciate it.
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