[ Carly. Blue eyes dart down to her name tag before lifting back to her eyes, taking in the way she straightens like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. He snorts an entertained laugh as she apologizes, leaning up against the counter between them. ]

It’s alright, Carly. It’s midterms season. [ he tips his head to look at her book. ] Oat americano and what what’s good from your pastries today?

[ he wonders if they’ve run into each other before. she looks vaguely familiar, but this is his first time at this coffee shop in a while. the one he frequents on the south side of campus is shut for some emergency repairs. ]

Make any of them yourself?