Robb Stark (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noredwedding) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-04-17 00:53:00 |
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Who: Abby Maitland and Robb Stark
When: 16 April 2013; just after 10am
Where: CJ Coffee House, Irvine Park
Rating: Moderate (Warnings for mentions of animal death)
Status: Complete
Tray in hand, Robb wove his way through the crowded queue at the coffee house, around a blocky support pillar that doubled as the self-serve sugar packet-stir stick-napkin dispensary on one side and a flowering plant niche on the other and over to where Abby held their table. The place was jam-packed, even for a Tuesday and well after the morning work traffic had passed through to fill up on their favorite hot beverage and go.
Robb had decided to deviate from his usual latte with two raw sugars - it just didn't seem right to imbibe a Café au lait' without Jon around - to the Special Sumatra House Blend. Abby had chosen a cappuccino and declined any pastry or fruit (Coffee is food! she'd informed him matter-of-factly before splitting off to find a spot in the dining area.)
"Hope they got your coffee right," he said, easing the tray down before folding himself into a chair. "The wee lass taking our order must be new because when I asked for soy milk in yours she looked about ready to cry."
Easily flustered after a rough first (or second) day on the job, the tiny barista looked far too young and inexperienced to be working the crazy morning shift. Probably a student judging by her post-apocalyptic shabby chic garb and tattooed wrists. A liberal arts major, no doubt.
"So I gave her a bit extra for her troubles." How much Robb wasn't going to say, but of the American Monopoly money he'd plunked down - a twenty and a fiver - all the remaining change had gone into her pocket.