Kate Bishop is practically an Avenger. (hawkeyetoo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-23 16:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ezra fitz, kate bishop (hawkeye) |
Who: Ezra Fitz and Kate Bishop
When: Mid April
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Kate could have cried. She went to turn on her coffee maker this morning, but the thing… the little light thing didn’t turn on. She switched the switch over and over and the fucking light still stayed off. She unplugged it and plugged it back in, mumbling the word ‘no’ over and over again as she frantically tried to get the thing to turn on. But it didn’t. That’s what she got for buying the $13.99 Wal*Mart model.
With a sigh and a heavy heart, Kate headed to the coffee shop that was on the way to the Fencing Studio. She would have to wait in line for her Java today.
Ezra was what most would call a coffee addict. He couldn’t get through the day without at least one cup of coffee. Most days more, usually accompanied with some type of baked good. However, he was not a fan of Starbucks, he preferred the local mom and pop coffee shops.
He stopped in to one of his favorite coffee shops on his way to UCI, getting in line behind a young brunette. “Morning,” he greeted her, because Ezra was friendly and the girl was pretty.
Kate slowly turned at the sound of the voice. She broke into a tired smile and nodded. “Morning.” She responded in kind. He was a handsome fellow. A bit young for her taste, but there wasn’t any harm in looking. Or making idle chit chat while they waited in line for coffee. “You know what’s good here?” She was just going for drip coffee. No room. Maybe sugar.
“Depends,” Ezra said returning her smile. “What kind of coffee do you like?” he asked, eyes scanning her over. “As far as baked goods go, I personally recommend the bear claw, or the apple fritter.” She couldn’t really go wrong with any of the options though.
“God, that sounds like heaven,” Kate said, eyebrow raised at the idea of an apple fritter. She had to watch it, though. She wasn’t as young as she used to be--and even with as active as her lifestyle was, too many apple fritters meant she muffin top’d her jeans. “But I like it black. My coffee. Sometimes sugar.”
He had to agree with her on that one, he didn’t get why people added all that extra crap to coffee. Frappuccinos, mochaccinos, all the ccinos really made no sense to him. Sometimes a little sugar was needed, a packet here or there, but not like that. “I like the French Roast,” he commented, more a fan of a classic blend. “All the pastries here are heaven.”
Nah, Kate would drink it straight out of the machine, if her fucking machine was working. It made things so much easier, too. Less stuff to keep in her fridge, less stuff to stock in her pantry. And she didn't have to worry about the barista getting her order wrong. Hard to fuck up black coffee.
"Yeah, French Roast is pretty good. I like it dark. The lighter roasts make me all jittery." She said, and bent down to take a look in the case. "I'm thinking... Scone." Her stomach grumbled. "...maybe two."
“That’s what happens to me when I try energy drinks instead of coffee,” he commented. “Plus energy drinks just taste gross,” a disgusted look appearing on his face just at the thought of it. The line moved, and since Kate was facing him she couldn’t exactly see it so he nodded for her move up.
“Scones are good. I like the blueberry ones,” not that she had to go with his preference, but she had asked for his recommendation. He was going to have a bear claw himself.
“Ah, yeah. Those energy drinks are brutal,” Kate said, grinning softly. “They should call the ones that come in twenty-four ounce cans ‘heart stoppers’ for the damage they do.” Young people putting that crap into their bodies was criminal. Give Kate a good, old-fashioned cup of coffee any day.
She turned to move up with the line, giving her attention back to the pastry case. “...blueberry is the best kind of scone.” She agreed. “I’ll have one of those.” Then she ordered from the barista. Black coffee, blueberry scone.
“Good choice,” of course he would say that, he had recommended it hadn’t he? Once she was done placing her order and paying Ezra stepped up to do the same. Ordering the same drink, but choosing a bear claw instead for his pastry. Once that was taken care of he stood off to the side with the girl. “Ezra, by the way,” he said, deciding to introduce himself.
Bear Claw. Damn. That’s a good choice, too. Kate was now a little upset she hadn’t gone for the Bear Claw herself. That sounded delicious--even if it was more sugar than the Blueberry scone. Wasn’t there? The frosting made her think so.
“Kate,” she replied, giving him a smirk. “Now I know why you convinced me of the blueberry scone. Didn’t want me to get the last Bear Claw, did you?” She teased.
“Nice to meet you, Kate.” Yes, Ezra had manners. “Well, no,” he replied a smile on his face showing he had taken no offense to her joke. “You were already eyeing the scones. It’s not my fault that I just have better taste than you,” he joked right back.
“I’ll need an ice water for that burn.” Kate teased. “You could at least offer me a bite of your pastry in exchange for a bite of my scone, you know.” Okay, even if he was a little young for her tastes, Kate could flirt. And she half expected him to simply walk away, disinterested.
Ezra made a face, “ice water and coffee don’t go together.” He wasn’t a fan of iced coffee either. Coffee was meant to be warm, none of that frozen or iced crap. “I don’t usually share pastries with strangers,” he replied a small smirk on his face. “But, now that I know your name I guess I can make an exception. Plus you have decent enough taste in coffee.”
“I’m no longer a stranger, Ezra.” She smirked softly. “See? I used your name. Now we’re practically besties.” A tease. “We have the same taste, so it must be good, right?” She held up her scone to him. “Bite for a bite?”
“I don’t think I have ever been called a ‘bestie’ before,” he laughed, though he did know the term. Having taught high school and now college. Ezra bent down slightly taking a bite of the scone Kate was holding up from him. “Delicious,” he smirked, but and held up his bear claw in return.
Turnabout was fair play, right? Kate leaned forward for a bite, too. Grinning the whole time. She lifted a hand to cup under her mouth as a bit of frosting stuck to her lips. She chewed, trying not to talk with her mouth full. “That’s so good.” Everything in this shop was.
“I know,” Ezra replied with another laugh pulling the bear claw away from her teasingly, taking a bite of it himself. “That’s why I ordered it,” he added with a smirk. She was right though, everything here was pretty damn good. Hence the reason he usually came here for his morning coffee.
“I’m just gonna pretend that the blueberry scone has fewer calories than the bear claw, and be happy with my purchase.” Kate responded. She wasn’t all that girly, but sometimes her girly-ness came through. “I should probably get going,” she added, motioning toward the door now she had her coffee and pastry in hand. “But it was nice to meet you, Ezra.”
Calories? Ezra didn’t care or pay much attention to things like that. “If that makes you feel better about your decision,” he teased again. “Nice meeting you too,” he replied before heading off himself. He had classes to teach after all.