Post by Ana on Dec 19, 2012 21:34:05 GMT -5
Tim Horton’s wasn’t Riley Slade’s favourite haunt or somewhere she was often seen inside – hot chocolate wasn’t exactly her drink of choice, especially with the holidays approaching. However as soon as she had made her way into Cranbrook that day, the plummeting winter temperatures hit her and it wasn’t long before her teeth were chattering and she was cursing herself for not bringing her special winter coat outside, instead opting for the more fashionable crème coat which, albeit pretty, was not nearly sufficient for minus temperatures. “Well done Riley,” she muttered under her breath as she pushed open the door to the coffee shop, feeling her skin tingle in acute pleasure as the warm air hit her body, laying a blanket of temporary warmth over it. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she was out the cold again and her body would inevitably ache, rather than tingle in pleasure.
She ran a hand through her long blonde hair pulling a loose strand away from her eyes as she made her way to the counter. “Hi,” she said to the rather attractive barista. “Hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” she requested, leaning forward on the counter slightly, lowering the volume of her voice. “If you’re feeling extra generous, add some chocolate sprinkles on there? You know you want to, beautiful. Just for me.” She added a small wink, and two minutes later she was handed a large hot chocolate with whipped crème, and indeed some extra chocolate sprinkles. Maybe if all the baristas were that attractive, she would need to make her way back in here sometime. In fact, maybe she could get one or two to go on a night out with her – that sounded like the true plan. Glancing outside, she weighed the options and decided to make her way to one of the armchairs, just whilst she had her drink. The armchair was surprisingly comfortable; it was better quality than she would expect of somewhere like Tim Horton’s, but maybe that was her little elitism coming out like it sometimes did. Picking up her mug, she took a few slow sips, sinking back further into the armchair. Was there anyone in here she even knew? Possibly, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to seek anyone out. Unless they were a hot guy, because that was always fun.
She ran a hand through her long blonde hair pulling a loose strand away from her eyes as she made her way to the counter. “Hi,” she said to the rather attractive barista. “Hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” she requested, leaning forward on the counter slightly, lowering the volume of her voice. “If you’re feeling extra generous, add some chocolate sprinkles on there? You know you want to, beautiful. Just for me.” She added a small wink, and two minutes later she was handed a large hot chocolate with whipped crème, and indeed some extra chocolate sprinkles. Maybe if all the baristas were that attractive, she would need to make her way back in here sometime. In fact, maybe she could get one or two to go on a night out with her – that sounded like the true plan. Glancing outside, she weighed the options and decided to make her way to one of the armchairs, just whilst she had her drink. The armchair was surprisingly comfortable; it was better quality than she would expect of somewhere like Tim Horton’s, but maybe that was her little elitism coming out like it sometimes did. Picking up her mug, she took a few slow sips, sinking back further into the armchair. Was there anyone in here she even knew? Possibly, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to seek anyone out. Unless they were a hot guy, because that was always fun.
