Alex Haze - the cute barista

“Next!” I hear the barista yell, I don’t know her name, but I do know she’s cute as hell and makes killer coffee. I come to this cafe every day after work hoping she’s working, and make my pitiful attempts to flirt.

Her usual stony expression is gone today, replaced with one of annoyance. The customer ahead of me definitely isn’t helping, asking for an unnecessarily complicated drink and changing his mind on ingredients. She’s damn near yelling at him by the time he finishes ordering.

Finally my turn, I walk up. I’m nervous but hopefully I can at least make her laugh today.

“Hi! Can I just get an ice cap please? I figure you’d probably appreciate a simple one after that last guy” I chuckle.

She smiles, just the tiniest smile “He’s not too bad, haha, it’s just been four hundred orders like that today.” She sighs “So, what’s the name on this drink?”

Thinking back to all the stupid celebrity baby names I’ve heard over the years, I start listing off some letters, numbers, and a symbol, in no particular order.

To my dismay, she doesn’t react to my joke. She just stares blankly at me, her expression unchanging.

“That bad huh?” I try to ask, but no sound comes out. I’m frozen. Completely. And now I realize that she is too. And every one else in the cafe.

A list of words appears above her head, and I quickly realize that the words are describing her. I blink in confusion, and one more word appears. “EDIT?”

Prompt:

(Barista, shoulder length red hair, brown shirt, green apron, choker, serving coffee, standing at counter, athletic build, annoyed)