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“You’d do anything to get away from there, wouldn’t you?”

— BIFF;

It’s the middle of the morning— well after the stampede of pre-caffeinated zombies and some time before the rush of tired souls looking for something to boost the second half of the typical school- and workday. Deja Brew stands in its usual peacefulness, save for the sudden visit from the one who is perhaps the chattiest apple known to humankind.

Biff stands beside the espresso machine tucking his tie into his dress shirt. His brows are knit deeply, but his lips hold a grin that shines brighter than the sunlight streaming through the establishment’s sizable windows.

“Are you questioning my capacity to brew a decent cup of coffee? I’ll have you know, in spite of my disinclination toward the beverage, I’m actually quite adept at its preparation.”

There are more words — probably the standard, ‘One moment, please,’ — but they pass indistinctly under the swiftness of his movement. Fully engrossed in making proof of his assertion, he hardly stays in one spot over the next few minutes. By the time he has come to a full stop, three porcelain cups have suddenly appeared on the service counter.

“What do you think?” he asks, presenting his creations in one smooth motion. The fact that each one is topped with foam carefully prepared to resemble his family’s famous fruit only makes his pride swell. “I’m inclined to believe you’ll find the taste even more delightful than the appearance.”

— YEJIN;

Yejin’s eyes grow wide and she feels as though her eyebrows are so high that they’ll fly to the ceiling at any moment.

“What? Nooo…”

Her voice trails off and she turns away to hide her expression. The only hint of her apprehension is in her shoulders, which have risen to the same height as her ears, but they quickly sink underneath the weight of shame. Hospitality has always been second-nature. Why does she fail to deliver that now?

Barely three seconds of silence have passed before she whips back with her hands clasped to one another. A loud clatter hits the air — the sound of the pitcher that she has elbowed while moving — and there’s no telling if the small drop of moisture at the tip of her cheek is water from the container or a tear borne out of sheer embarrassment. She scrambles to pick up the fallen item and place it back on the counter.

“I’m so sorry, Boss, I’ll— I’ll, ah— please don’t—” The words stumble out like the now-dented plastic that refuses to stand up properly. Holding it upright, Yejin pauses and gives a final plea: “Please send someone else to talk to Mr. Trenchcoat. He keeps asking me about my ‘hometown’ in Japan… I’m not Japanese!”

#biff;prompt #yejin;prompt #lilispad

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JANE HAYWARD;

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t taken aback by the sudden greeting. Jane had not expected Biff to visit so soon after her arrival in the city. He was such a busy person, constantly shifting between meetings and phone calls, that for the past few weeks their correspondences had been confined to email threads — and the rare text or two.

“Good afternoon Mr. McIntosh,” Jane lifts her head, flashing a bright smile at her unexpected guest. “I’d be quite offended if you didn’t bask in the potential of this future business with me.”

It had been so long since Jane had seen Biff in person that the sight of him made her feel a bit nervous. He was a charming, witty person, and handsome to boot.

A small giggle escapes her, “It’s good to see you, Biff.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Jane,” Biff replies, so absorbed in excitement over his visit that he hardly cares that his words are semi-non-sequitur.

With both of his hands brushing down the length of his suit jacket, he finally inches through the doorway. His movements are nimble, as though a single misstep may sully the spotless floors to an offensive degree— and who would like to make that kind of (technically) first impression?

He stops arms-distance away from his business partner and tilts his head toward the box in her hands.

“What have you got there?” One corner of his lips twitch. His amusement lingers between feigned ignorance and a tease. “Might that be a specially-wrapped capsule for those fancy coffee machines?”

Something’s Brewing

#biff;jane

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JANE HAYWARD;

A twinkling of bells echos through the still shop. A young woman with bouncy curls steps through the front door and props it open, carrying in a gentle spring breeze with her. The sun is peeking over building tops, steadily streaming through the large storefront windows and faintly illuminating the dark, mahogany counter where a single box sits.

“What’s this?” Jane inquires, picking up the mysterious package before lightly shaking it next to her ear. The wrapping paper is a striking light blue color with glimmering gold stripes. Her fingers can’t help but fiddle with the intricate bow of a darker blue hue sitting beautifully on top. “I wonder who could have left it here…”

“Good afternoon!” Biff calls out from just beyond the doorway.

Although the paned entrance lays wide open when he arrives, he makes no further movements; the last thing he wishes is to be presumptuous, especially at such an early point in the latest side-project to reach his hands. He leans forward and gives a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darker interior.

“I hope you won’t find my visit ill-timed or anything of the sort,” he adds as soon as he spots the slim figure standing nearby. “Would you mind if I stepped in for a moment?”

Something’s Brewing

#biff;jane

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