"And I'm just saying, maaaybe we could try, you know, mixing it up. Who says we can't experiment a little with the coffee blends?"
"No. Remember what happened last time you wanted to experiment with the coffee machines."
"Oh, come on Scotty. It's for science! You're supposed to be my science wingman."
"Mmm…Cosimaaa."
"Hehe. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." It is at this moment, Cosima lifting the lid to the machine, suspiciously holding a bag ready to pour, that Delphine walks in. She glances up from her phone, after fiercely typing a few more letters. "Good morning", she says with a quick wave. Looking back down she continues, "Cosima, should you be doing that?"
"Not you too," Cosima pouts, letting the lid drop, "You just got here. How do you know if I should or shouldn't be doing this?"
"You looked suspicious. And Scott has that, that um, relenting look on his face." Cosima throws Scott a glare. He quickly raises his hands in surrender. Then takes the bag of mix out of Cosima's hands. As he goes to put it in its correct place Cosima turns to Delphine. Leaning back on the counter she asks, "Sooo Miss I Hate Science, how've you been?"
"I do not appreciate that title," Delphine chuckles. She tucks her phone into her back pocket. As she pulls the apron over her head she says, "Besides, Scott has warned me of your experiments. I would not like to experience a coffee machine on fire."
"Hey, that wasn't entirely my fault. It was an old and faulty machine," Cosima replies with a wide smile. After a second a mischievous glint flickers into her eyes. Oh no. I think I just gave her an idea. With a sudden fling of an arm Cosima says, "Hey! You never answered me. No stepping around how shitty your days are without me. Please let me hear more about how much I brighten your day." Cosima's current smile could be described as one a child gets when they win the bedtime argument with their parent. "You are such a brat," Delphine laughs shaking her head, "If you are really dying to hear about how miserable I've been without you, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I was not affected by your absence in my days at all."
"Ouch," she replies as if Delphine's words really hurt her. But when Cosima turns around, leaning forward on the counter, her smile returns to her face. Delphine grins back while grabbing a towel and some cleaner. She gives Cosima a wink before turning on her heel and heading for the tables.
Delphine was getting better at ignoring the eyes that burned her skin as she helped the next customer. Better, but not unaffected. Cosima's eyes have been following her all morning. More so than usual. She didn't even hide it when perfectly accented eye stayed focused on pink lips for longer than was appropriate. She shifts from one leg to another. Hands fighting the urge to run through hair. Isn't there something else for Cosima to do? Or what about Scott? Why isn't he helping her at the counter? "And what size would that be?" Delphine asks, twitching fingers inches from the register screen.
"Large," the woman answers. Nodding Delphine tries to ignore the steady burn in her cheeks. She finishes the order, collects the money from the customer, and returns the change. Eyes moving from Cosima to the floor and back she says, "You know you don't have to watch me anymore. I'm pretty good with all of this." Plastic cup in hand she walks towards the Frappuccino maker. "I know," Cosima grins. Heeled boots take two deliberate steps towards Delphine.
Eyes lock together as Delphine watches Cosima moves closer. She's unable to look away. Watching as Cosima's eyes darken behind her glasses. Delphine forgets how to breathe. Not quite on her tippy toes Cosima rises towards Delphine's ear and whispers, "I just like...being the reason you squirm." Delphine's eyes widen as the soft words tease her ear. Oh. "Oh," she breathes out. Blush untamable. A flash of warmth going throughout her body. There is a clatter of plastic hitting tiled floor. Suddenly sweaty palms are wiped on the back of jeans. The resulting giggle rings in Delphine's head as she quickly picks up the fallen cup. Tossing it in the trashcan she tries to ignore the tongue poking out grin Cosima gives while she holds out a new one. Reflexively biting her bottom lip Delphine takes it from Cosima's soft fingers. Cosima looks like she wants to make another comment. Thankfully for Delphine's now pleasantly flushed face, she holds her tongue. This is not the time. I…I can't. One hand buried into the front of her hair Delphine starts making the drink. This girl is trying to kill me.
AN: I enjoyed this one. I hope you guys did too. The next one though, I'm warning you now it's going to be a little different (duh duh duuuuun) and a nice length yaaay.