Coffee Break [Canada]

[serahfalcon]

Lars walked into a plain coffee shop with his hair flat so no one from his company could recognize him and drag him back to the endless nightmare called paperwork. He stood in what seemed to be a long line. Didn’t these people know anything about efficiency? The longer the customers wait the more money the coffee shop was going to lose.
“This is such a waste. There are so many different things that could be done to improve everything.” He muttered under his lips as the line slowly progressed. This was just flat out annoying. All he wanted was some coffee, was that really too much to ask? He finally reached the counter and ordered a vanilla latte and went to the pick up area to await his coffee. This is not the type of day he wanted and he still had that evil paperwork waiting for him.

[Matthew Williams]

Purple eyes scanned the room and those ahead of him. Matthew had been waiting in line for almost half an hour, even though the line was short. Why? People didn't see him, and continued to hop ahead of the Canadian. It's not like anything was said or heard against them, but Matthew was quiely fuming. And so this went on for a while more before he had finally made it to the counter. Finally.

He waited besides a few people to retrieve his frappechino, one particularly catching his eye with his own blazing emerald ones. Perking up at his name being quietly called, the drink was slid over the marble table. With his long lombs, he reached forth to grab it, but miscalculated it, his thumb jabbing into the cup which send it spiraling the opposite way, splattering on the floor. Matthew paled, leaning back to see where it spilled to be of assistance before realizing it spilled on someone. One worker slid a rag over the counter. Matthew swiped it and frantically begun to sop up the iced drink. I'm so, s-so sorry, eh! His curl and golden locks bounced as he knelt to clean, amethyst eyes wide with worry and shock.