Quentin wasn't built for this kind of weather. Rain, sure, whatever. It meant he couldn't cruise around with the top down on his Mustang, but he could deal with that. But the heat? Oh hell no. He was from Maine, and by mid-September the nights would start to get chilly and the days would be the picture perfect image of early fall. Soon, even the leaves would start to change color and he'd spend the next few weeks fascinated by the change of seasons, constantly drawing the leaves and trees he saw. This shit was unbearable. It certainly left him in no mood to hang out in his apartment, especially with Willie hanging around and constantly badgering him for things. Um, no. Quentin was good, thanks.
So to the coffee shop it was, sketchbook and pens tossed in a bag to keep them from getting wet in all the rain. Maybe he'd call up Lia, see what she was up to, or Roxy even, if either of them wanted to join him. Coffee runs were always better with company. Quentin was slowly but surely trying out every coffee joint he found in Scarlet Oak... but this one, oh, this one took the cake.
"What was it you wanted again?" the barista asked, grabbing a new cup to write his order down on. Quentin had to physically stop himself from hissing between his teeth as he watched the girl. Was she new? Honestly, his drink wasn't that hard. Usually it got fucked up when they tried to make it, not take the order!
"Quad cappuccino," he said. "In a medium cup - you're holding the wrong one, sweetheart," and yes, that was about the nicest he was capable of being at the moment, "bone dry. No milk whatsoever. Got it?"
The girl looked even more flustered now, scribbling down what he said. "I think so. How many shots was that again?"
Now Quentin just facepalmed. "...Seriously?" At least his coffee was the only thing he was super picky about. Going through this for every little detail in his life would be horrible.