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scotlandyard2013-11-13 05:37 pm
abeyant) wrote in scotlandyard2013-11-13 05:37 pm
whoop coffee shop au.
[If someone were to ask Jean how he usually enjoyed spending his Tuesday nights, he would most definitely not reply with "studying my ass off for the criminal law exam tomorrow" now or ever. Unfortunately for him, that's exactly what had happened. He'd pulled an all-nighter in preparation for what he could only predict would be a giant failing grade smacked dead center on the front of his exam. He was a positive beam of sunshine and hope in that way.
With zero sleep and a bleak day to look forward to, the morning had seen Jean throwing open the cupboards of his small kitchen with the belief that coffee would surely keep him from dropping dead in the middle of class. Unfortunately for him again, there was no coffee. No sleep, no coffee, no hope.
It wasn't dramatic, it was the truth.
Desperation is what brings him here, inside of a coffee shop he'd never stepped inside before, staring at a menu he couldn't make sense out of. All he'd wanted was a cup of coffee and maybe it was his exhausted mind, but the options listed before him were excessive and needlessly complicated. With his expression dazed and weary, his hair a disheveled mess, and his wrinkled clothes obviously picked out from the floor of his bedroom, he waits in line to make his order.]
With zero sleep and a bleak day to look forward to, the morning had seen Jean throwing open the cupboards of his small kitchen with the belief that coffee would surely keep him from dropping dead in the middle of class. Unfortunately for him again, there was no coffee. No sleep, no coffee, no hope.
It wasn't dramatic, it was the truth.
Desperation is what brings him here, inside of a coffee shop he'd never stepped inside before, staring at a menu he couldn't make sense out of. All he'd wanted was a cup of coffee and maybe it was his exhausted mind, but the options listed before him were excessive and needlessly complicated. With his expression dazed and weary, his hair a disheveled mess, and his wrinkled clothes obviously picked out from the floor of his bedroom, he waits in line to make his order.]
IT'S OKAY!! i'm late too, cries
still, the question gets a quiet laugh out of him, even as he shakes his head. ]
Sorry, it's definitely not a dream. [ though he almost wishes he could say it was, because this guy really can't catch a break, can he? it's not hard to sympathize at this point, though, so after taking another quick glance around the shop, an idea strikes him. ]
I normally wouldn't do something like this, but... this is on me, alright? [ he gestures to the coffee and, after a moment, he realizes leaving it at that might be a little weird. ] You can come back sometime later and pay me back then, if you want.
[ because even if he didn't feel bad, the coffee would go to waste if he took it back, and it's not as though it's exactly expensive, either. ]