Thea liked coffee shops well enough. Preferred tea over coffee most of the time though, and as she made her way in, hands adjusting the red headband on her forehead once more in an effort to keep her bangs under control, looking utterly exhausted at seven in the morning.

"Can I get a black sweet iced tea? Large." It was one of the more fancier places, where the cashier shot the teen an odd look for ordering a large tea, because god forbid she didn't know the difference between a tall, grande, and venti. Who the hell made the smallest cup size a tall?

Passing a few bills, and receiving it a few minutes later, she poked a straw in, taking a few sips and almost feeling relief as she felt the caffeine take effect.

margaery mikaelson-folie

Margaery hated coffee. It was far too bitter for her tastes, the terrible flavor hardly repaired by excess amounts of sugar and cream. She had tried to like it many times, holding her nose as she painfully nursed a cup of steaming coffee. Nothing had changed though - she hadn't expected it to, but there had been some hope - and she always crawled back to tea begging forgiveness. Her uncle had raised her on any and all types of the tea and, because she didn't drink soda, the beverage quickly became her go-to in every situation, this one included.

[color=#b09090]"I'll take a tossed mango tea with lemonade please," She ordered, swiping her debit card and slipping a few dollars into the tip jar without much thought. She extended a smile in the direction of the barista before walking on precariously high heels towards Thea, freshly made drink in hand. [color=#b09090]"Hello, love," Came Margaery's easy greeting, [color=#b09090]"You have excellent taste- coffee is awful."

The lawyer would laugh, obviously proud of her not-so-funny comment. [color=#b09090]"So what are you up to today? Anything fun? Exciting? Jaw-dropping?" Idle chit-chat she was making, but Margaery was genuinely interested. Thea was a sweet girl, one deserving of pleasant niceties, and besides, the woman adored a good conversation. As of late, she had felt deprived of social interaction admittedly, so swamped by work and visits to the courthouse that she hardly had time for anything else. Litigations were long and boring as was filing paperwork, but she had officiated the adoption of three children over the course of the past week so the reward was obviously there. [color=#b09090]"Oh!" She gasped suddenly, [color=#b09090]"Did you want to try some of my drink? I promise you won't regret it!"

Thea offered Margaery a bright grin as soon as she noticed the older woman, and nodded. "Coffee is... tolerable, to me, but tea is so much better. I'll take tea over gross bean water any day."

At her next question, she patted the bookbag next to her chair, her facial expression turning a bit sour. "Stupid accelerated course I'm in has me pretty busy, so nothing today, but I might be able to help teach some of the younger kids in the martial arts classes soon." Thea participated in a few sports, fencing, martial arts, stuff that involved exchanging blows with an opponent, her way off letting off steam and a natural stress-reliever for her, when it came to the amount of schoolwork she had. With Margaery's offer, she shook her head. "No thanks! I'm good here. But what about you? What's up?" She lifted up her tea to take another sip.

[size=9pt]His first barista job hadn't been something he chose. It was out of necessity, a desperate grab for funds to get him through college. He'd hated Starbucks and their tacky decorations, their asshole customers and their bad music. Here, though, it was different. This place had taste. It was cozy and rustic, and though their music choice wasn't exactly original, at least it was Spotify's Coffee Shop playlist and not aimlessly chosen from some Top 10 Pop Songs compilation.

He took orders like a champ, passing a grin that made the old women weak in the knees and making idle chit chat with whatever Yoga mom needed the emotional support. 'Pilates or Tea with the girlfriends? Sharon brought scones but I really need to tone up my mid-section, you know?' He didn't know, because Moon was perhaps 70% bone, 20% muscle and 10% fake smiles to win him a promotion, but if he could do anything, it was convince some lady with a bad dipdye job that he really cared.

He took Hearteyes order with a nod and busied himself putting it together, quick moves with grace and care typical to, like, pottery or ballet or some shit. He genuinely cared. He bent over the counter and scanned the place for the person who'd ordered, spotting her near Margaery and her group. Picking up on the woman's words a moment before he called out, he frowned. "Coffee is great, Sparkles, you're all just cowards. Speaking of; Vanilla Chai Tea for emoji girl?"