WHO:Yuffie & Kate WHEN: Late Feb WHERE: Coffee shop WHAT: Random run in at a coffee shop. RATING/WARNINGS: Low/ (yuffie has strange name calling methods) STATUS: Complete
The biggest problem when practically living on coffee was that it ran out so very often. Kate needed a cup before she headed in to work, but she was out of grounds. And filters. She probably could have gone to Clint’s place and pinched some of his coffee, but she decided to swing by the local cafe and grab a cup there instead.
Barely awake and fiddling mindlessly with her phone, Kate stood in line at the coffee shop, waiting for her to run to purchase a cup.
“It’s Yuffie.” Sometimes, Yuffie really disliked when the cafe’s asked for names to go with orders. Her book bag was heavy, she had math equations to get through, she hadn’t had anything to drink yet and she only had until three to get through them because she needed to turn it all in today. “Y-U-F-F-I-E, there’s no P in it.” She really hated when they called her Yuppy.
The look the girl gave her clearly spoke volumes of her opinion there, “It’s Asian, okay.” And she knew it probably wasn’t, her dad or mom probably just named her something stupid, but it was her stupid name and people could stop being poopheads about it.
It wasn’t like the place was particularly busy. Kate glanced around, finally waking up enough to realize that she probably should have put on a bra before venturing out of the house, and realized that she and the other young woman were the only people in like. And there were like, three baristas behind the counter. What the heck?
“Bizarre,” Kate mumbled, blinking a few times to try and wake up even more. Her phone was suddenly a lot less interesting than the woman whose Asian name didn’t have a P in it.
Yuffie glanced to the side at the mumble, not sure if the girl was talking about something else or her name, before just sighing as she handed over her money for her drink and resigned herself to having another weird name called out when her drink was ready. She was seriously considering getting it to go now so that she could get the hell out of here quickly.
“Officially never coming here again.” Screw it, she’d go to campus and get under-priced, surly service from people who were too stressed out with their own studies to worry about names on coffees.
“I don’t know why that woman had you spell your name like, six times,” Kate said, taking the other customer’s side once the apparently hard-of-hearing barista turned away. “Maybe she was just bored and fucking with you.” ...which is totally the kind of thing that might have given Kate a laugh, actually. Since she had a sadistic side.
“Well she’s just … fucked her way out of a tip.” Because most of the time Yuffie was really good with customer service jobs, she hated the idea that people got paid less or taxed more because it was expected they’d get tips when half the people they served were probably major assholes who didn’t leave the right gratuity behind. But when people were just assholes to customers because they were bored, that just pissed her off.
And Yuffie never swore.
Taking a deep breath, Yuffie just tried to let it go, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to just explode.” Because she really could do without some added stress of coffee thank you very much.
There were some people who didn’t swear, and when they did? It was obvious they were the kind of person who never swore. Kate could tell that this girl--Yuffie, with no P--was the kind of person who never swore. And it made her grin just slightly. She couldn’t help but feel like she’d influenced the girl.
“It’s okay. Some people just drive us crazy.” Kate said, still smirking. She stepped forward to order her own coffee, and didn’t bother spelling Kate when the barista asked her name. “Without coffee in the morning, I’m likely to explode myself.”
“Usually I’m fine, I can handle it.” The girls in the coffee place on campus knew her name, she was in enough that they had gotten to know her and usually could tell what she’d want to drink -because it wasn’t always coffee, sometimes Yuffie really didn’t need any coffee at all.
“Unless people are purposely going out of their way to stress me out.” Which right then wasn’t overly difficult. She was already losing her mind.
“Sometimes it feels that way, doesn’t it?” Kate asked, then stifled a huge yawn behind her hand and noticed her sleeve. It was then that she realized her shirt was on inside out. Mother fucker. “...but I can pretty much guarantee that no stranger gives a damn about stressing you out, and has a thousand other things on her mind. So, hopefully that’s consolation when you’re having a crappy day.”
Maybe it was just Yuffie’s frame of mind right then, too wrapped up in deadlines and how on earth she was meant to meet them all and the stupid fact that she couldn’t spend her whole life studying but that seemed to be all she did. And no one wanted to pronounce her very-not-difficult-to-say name. “So she’s just an asshole? Totally makes me feel better, thanks.”
Although it was possible that the girl was just a buttface, but that didn’t mean she should be a buttface all the time. And with Yuffie’s drink finally ready, the girl just called out her order rather than her name. “Are you sure she’s not doing it on purpose? It totally seems like she’s doing it on purpose.”
“Maybe not asshole, per se--” Kate started to explain, but then the barista called out the other girl’s order, and a smirk bloomed across Kate’s lips. She was about to say something else, but was cut off by the ridiculous barista. Kate hugged her large, black coffee to her chest and snorted. “Stupid. I was gonna go with absolutely stupid.”
Yuffie really wasn’t the type of girl who had ‘bitch face’, she was sweet and had this round face with big eyes, it made it difficult to have much more than a sunny sort of look about her. Even when she was frowning, she’d been called adorable. There were worse things to be, but sometimes she really wished she had ‘bitch face’, just so that she could cut people with a look when they were giant meanies.
“Clearly, she’s the stupidest.” Not a word, but this girl deserved it. “No tip!”
That made Kate snort. Seriously snort. This girl was absolutely adorable. “You tell ‘em.” Kate said, then reached over to pat the girl on the shoulder. For some reason, she was feeling kinda big-sister-y toward the little one in that moment. It was a strange moment. Kate took another half second then turned to the door. “Nice talking to you. I hope your day picks up.”
Sure, so Yuffie was like beyond upset about these silly people and they’re dumbness, but that didn’t mean she’d be rude to other people. “Okay, bye, thanks! Enjoy your day!” Even as she picked up her own coffee and gave a small glare (hardly a glare, more like an eye-twitch) at the waitress.
No. Tip. (okay, she put in some change but it was so not what she might’ve put in if they were better)