By the time you've left your apartment room, room 69, youre racing down the stairs to try and speed up the process of getting to the stores faster. By the time you do actually get to the shops youre panting for breath because you were a idiot and sprinted when you didnt need to. Not you stand hunched over in front of 'Prospit and Derse' the coffee shop.

You must look like a idiot just standing there with messed up hair but those people can go screw themselves for all you care. That thought being said you slowly fix yourself up right and push open the door of the shop and step in. Once you give a quick glare around the shop you slowly approach the counter where a cashier is looking pretty bored, and scan over the shop as you walk.

Theres booths to your left and right, they each have a yellow/gold seat with a weird purple design. The tables have a checkered pattern to match the flood, and three of the walls are a light purple while the 4th is yellow.

You've honestly neer seen a design so weirs in your life. By the time youve conducted a well thought out rant for the design in the place you have dozed out and just bumped into the counter. The cashier is looking at you with a raised brow and a shit eating grin so you know he saw you do it. You blush slightly from embarrassment and clear your throat, looking anywhere but the tall man infront of you.

Which might you add is hard because holy fuck did you mention tall? You scowl as he taps on the counter impatiently and look around more, maybe you should get some breakfast too. Their muffins and coffee arnt too expensive, you think you can part with six dollars for a small meal.

By time you finally are ready to order the walking tree is writing in a notebook and scribbling. That book looks like its ready to fall apart any moment. You dont have the patience to wait for him to finish writing in his diary about his crappy day at work and having the crappy chance of dealing with you. After a second of waving your hand to get his attention and he doesnt notice you clear your thoat.

He looks sort of shocked and scoots over, looking down at you and oh his name is Sollux. That name rings a bell but you cant quite think of why. He looks you up and down and you scowl more. "Are you going to take my fucking order or am I gonna have to leave and go somewhere else where the workers arnt brain dead"

Sollux makes a shocked expression then just grins again before that changes to a relaxed look. "It'th ju'tht like 4 dollar'th I'll be mi'thhing out on" oh god that voice, that naisly voice and that damn lisp. All these bells are screaming "get a grip karkat!" And yet you have fallen face first.

Still having yet to order you look up at the man in front of you and clear your throat again "can I have just a plain black coffee and a chocolate chip muffin?" of course you can have that, youre the customer. He nods and rings it up then turns the register screen towards you. You take out your wallet and hand him exactly $6 and he opens the register and puts the money in then gives you the receipt.

He glances around then lets out a aggravated sigh and turns around and goes to all the machines. After grabbing a foam cup with gold and purple designs he goes over to a huge machine and scoops up some coffee beans in a little plastic cup and pours it in. Next he adds in water and holds the cup under a funnel looking thing.

He grabs a lever and pulls it and you watch as coffee starts to come out of the funnel. Ok youve seen coffee be made some weird ways but this is the weirdest. Once hes done he adds a lid on it then turns around and sets it in front of you then goes under the counter and gets some gloves.

"Those are some really boney fingers" you think to yourself as you watch him put the gloves on, except he turns to you with a raised brow and you realize you wernt thinking to yourself at all. He moves on after giving you a stare which you returned as a glare, and he goes in the plexiglass case and gets a muffin then shuts the case and comes back over to you.

He sets your muffin down after wrapping a napkin around it then sets it down and takes his gloves off.

"Enjoy your meal of whatever you wanna call that" he says then goea back to his journal, now writting more then he was before.

You take your coffee and muffin and move to a empty seat then sit down. These seats arnt as bad as they seem. Nice and comfortable, you can feel the air push out when you sit down.

You spend a good amount of time looking out the door since its all glass and shows some nice colorful buildings before you switch seats to the other side and scan over the tall cashier. Hes very tall and lanky, pale skin, sharp jaw line, honey colored gelled hair in a weird ass style, sideburns, blue eyes. This dude is a wreck.

You once knew someone who looks allot like him but you cant remember who. Last time you saw that person you were 12 and now youre 18. Thats six whole years without a word from them so you decided to forget them completely.

As the time tics on you munch on your very moist and soft muffin while sipping coffee and think to yourself "I could get used to this"