Although they're so much alike, they're also so very different—even going to what they order at Starbucks.
She gets the wild and fancy things that most of the time aren't even on the menu—combined things that make for exotic tasting blends of whatever she wants right then. He gets simple things—in fact, he gets one of two drinks. Either a regular coffee, or a double-chocolatey-chip frappaccino as a comfort vice. Depending on the occasion.
So he doesn't particularly understand her taste, but he respects it and doesn't question it.
They're walking to work one day (well, he's walking her to work), and she groaned when she looked from the time on her phone to the Starbucks next to the theatre she currently works at.
"What's wrong?" he asked, squeezing the hand in his worriedly. She shook her head.
"It's nothing. There's just not enough time for me to get my drink," she lamented, a sulky look settling on her face. He isn't usually around to walk her in the mornings and didn't know she stopped by there, but now that he is…
"Well, what do you normally get?" he probed.
"A green tea lemonade," she replied without much thought, still sulking at the loss.
"I'll grab it for you. I'll just swing back around when the theatre actually opens." It's a half hour wait, but that's not that long, what with the book store being connected to the coffee shop.
"You don't have to…" she started, but the look on her face said that she would really like to have that lemonade… They reached the front doors, and she pressed the doorbell. The shadow of someone from inside came towards them.
"Shhhh, I'll see you in half an hour," he said with a quick kiss to her cheek before pulling out his iPod, turning the corner and making his way to the adjacent building.
The time passes easy—with shelves of books to entertain him, how else could it? When he moves to the Starbucks, he scans the boards up above, looking for the particular label she had asked for—but it wasn't there. So it was something she had found for herself… Sidling up to the counter, he offered the barista a grin, ordered, and was out the door within the next few minutes.
A crowd had gathered outside the theatre by the time he walked to the doors, and he felt a bit awkward standing alone. He could hear the whining of children as they noted the time was now 11:31—a minute past opening, and he rolled his eyes. Really? Kids… Out of habit from having the cup in his hand, he took a sip of the drink, and wrinkled his nose. It wasn't bad, no, but... Well, he preferred sweeter things.
The blonde was lingering as close as he could to the entrance to avoid getting caught behind the actual movie-goers, and was able to slip in as soon as the doors were opened. Walking quickly over to the box office, he watched her look of boredom and dread turn to something a bit more cheery, and appreciation was clear in her smile.
"Oh God, I love you right now," she told him while taking the cup, cradling it in her hands.
"Of course, only when I bring you things," he retorted. She rolled her eyes.
"Shut up okay, you know I love you all the time," she called after him as he looped around the maze of a belted off area for the lines, to which he only grinned as he exited the theatre.
And every day following he made sure to get her that drink after he dropped her off, without question and with a half hour at the bookstore each time.