Coffee. The third week of classes at Redfern had been grueling, and it seemed like coffee was the only thing getting Poppy by, these days. It wasn't even that she wanted to get super good grades or anything, it just seemed like all the teachers were piling on all the work. At least today was Friday--after Poppy got her (way too expensive) french vanilla latte, she had a date with the beach.
She stood in line, waiting patiently, when the clerk at Moondoe finally called "Poppy!". She smiled and walked up to the counter. "Thanks, bro," she told him, grabbing the latte and a sleeve for the too-hot cup. She took a sip as she turned to leave, expecting a smooth (if burning) vanilla taste, but was greeted by the nasty taste of coffee that was too much coffee and not enough anything else.
"Gods," she sputtered, sticking her tongue out. She held the cup up and peered under the sleeve. Axel. She shook her head. "Blech." Poppy looked around and saw a boy a few feet away with the same sort of look she imagined was on her own face. Disgust and disappointment.
"Dude, are you Axel?" she asked, walking up to him. "I think I got your cup of slime." She held up the cup with an expectant, teasing smile.
She stood in line, waiting patiently, when the clerk at Moondoe finally called "Poppy!". She smiled and walked up to the counter. "Thanks, bro," she told him, grabbing the latte and a sleeve for the too-hot cup. She took a sip as she turned to leave, expecting a smooth (if burning) vanilla taste, but was greeted by the nasty taste of coffee that was too much coffee and not enough anything else.
"Gods," she sputtered, sticking her tongue out. She held the cup up and peered under the sleeve. Axel. She shook her head. "Blech." Poppy looked around and saw a boy a few feet away with the same sort of look she imagined was on her own face. Disgust and disappointment.
"Dude, are you Axel?" she asked, walking up to him. "I think I got your cup of slime." She held up the cup with an expectant, teasing smile.