two types of customers

011. Are you satisfied?

this happens on January 4th, sorry for the time skip hehe

After what seemed like hours of staring at the same book, you finally look at the clock.

“2:39 AM” Your digital clock said. You sigh for the nth time, your body almost falling because of exhaustion. 

“Study, study, study. That’s what they all said, fuckers.” You whisper under your breath as you write down your answers for the practice exercise.

“Like they can even get as good grades as me. Who am I kidding, of course they can.” You realize your mistake, shaking it off and continue to write. Your hand hurts and your eyes are begging to close. But I can’t stop until I get all this perfectly. 

‘You can’t learn properly if you’re tired, and hungry.’ A certain someone told you. You never bothered to listen. Studying was more important anyway.

A few minutes later, your body was screaming that they can’t do it anymore, maybe you’ll let them win this one. You drag your tired body all the way to your bed, not bothering to fix anything or turning off your lamp. Your midterms were at 2:00 PM anyway.

[Timeskip: 9:32 AM, January 5]

It’s 9:30, a little bit later than usual but it was fine. You quickly hop into the shower, change into pants and a seemingly oversized sweater from a certain someone, toast bread, packed your bag, got your notes and went on your way to get coffee, you could not function without it.

You walk inside the new coffee shop, enjoying the sweet aroma of coffee and pastries in the air. Walking towards the counter, you see a familiar blondie.

“Signora?” You call out. Immediately, she turns her head back and her eyes sparkle.

“Hi, [Name]. What would you like today?” She says, calm and collected. How is she not stressing over midterms?

“Uhm, a latte is alright with me.” You say. As she puts in your order and prints out the receipt to give to you, you study your notes, trying to get as much study as you can. You sit by a vacant seat in the shop, waiting for your order.

“Can’t you stop studying for a bit and look up? Your latte’s getting cold too.” You hear a snarky tone of someone’s you know all too well. (did you see what i did there)

“Hi, Kuniku-Scaramouche.” You quickly cut yourself off, forgetting about his new name. You didn’t bother looking up from your notes, getting your latte and taking a sip from it.

“Hello. What are you doing here?” He asks, obviously knowing already. 

“Studying.” You answer with a simple remark.

“Hmm, ok. Let me test you.” He snatches away your notes, looking at what you���ve written.

“Your handwriting sucks.”

“Thanks.”

“Ok, in statistics, what is an outlier?” He asks the first question, looking at you afterwards.

“It is the strange data points that fall far from other observations. Outliers may be mistakes, or they require further investigation.” You explain what an outlier is with ease. 

“Good god, this is going to be boring.” Scaramouche whispers, not seeing how you could hear him.

“Come on, I need as much time as I need to study.”

[Timeskip: 1:54 PM, Examination Room]

You enter the room with Scaramouche and Signora, who you both waited for so her shift could be over and you three can walk there together, though, separating because each strand has different rooms. Yours is room 318.

“Let’s hope this exam isn’t too hard.” You say, looking at the many students panicky looking at their notes. Did they not study or something? 

You put your bag beside you, sitting down and getting your notes out once more, just like the rest of the students.

Five minutes later, you heard a voice. “Alright, students. This is your first quarter midterms. Do your best, this will count for 40% of your final grade. Put all notes, notebooks, and textbooks in your bags.” You hear Sir Zhongli announce to the room. After doing what is asked, you silently go over what you’ve studied.

“Your test papers have been passed. You have an hour and thirty minutes to complete your test. Good luck.” With that, everyone starts writing, the faint scribbles of your pen can only be heard.

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Of All People... - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

[Name] was wearing Kazuha's sweater

[Name]'s dorm looks like it was owned by a mathematician

Signora is the "pretty lady who works at the coffee shop" in [Name]'s character description, if you still remember it

Childe #1 #scarayn shipper even if they don't have feelings for each other

Tag list;

@viridescent-ivy @sakiimeo @cynzcir @lxry-chxn @stopandget-help @r0ttenhearts @h-8chi @thenightsflower @killuixz @linn-a-a @vodkistt @raideneiari @yuyan @layla240 @barbatosfavouritenun @plinkuro @taikabae @beriiov @ghostxrism @rifran @elakari @kairxse @belovedxiao @alwaysmentallyill @mellowknightcolorfarm @xingyunclouds @scooofyaei @nambii @scaraapologist @samyayaya @kunikuzushisbeloved @dee-bignuts @kaekazuha04 @monochromaticelliot @erosdevil @wisteriarain

Having Ningguang as a regular at your Coffee Shop

Characters: Ningguang x gn!reader

AU: Barista!AU

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: The original request by @bluesandpiper contained 6-7 AUs with different characters, but since I don’t want to keep you waiting until I’m finished with all of them, I’m just going to post them separately whenever I’m done with one.

I hope I got Ningguang right, she's not exactly a character that's too easy for me to write, so if I did something wrong, just tell me and I'll try again

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ningguang

While you couldn’t exactly remember when or why you started making small-talk with Ningguang each morning as she ordered something to drink, it quickly became part of your morning-routine, your chats starting to resemble small-talk less and less with each day until they turned into actual conversations.

Before long, days where Ningguang didn’t visit the Coffee-shop started to feel like they were missing something—or rather someone. Your co-workers, not missing your less happy behaviour, quickly put two and two together, causing them to tease you about your “crush” while trying to persuade you to do something about it. And while you weren’t too sure if they did it because they cared or simply due to the lack of other interesting things happening, their words started echoing in your head every time Ningguang walked through the door.

As you finally finished setting up everything and flipped the sign outside of the door, signalling to whoever passed the building that the shop had opened, you let out a long-drawn yawn. While staring your shifts early wasn’t something you weren’t used to, you still couldn’t help but wonder why your boss was so stubborn about opening at least an hour before the competition. Sure, the amount of customers was large enough to justify continuing to do so, but they still weren’t comparable to the number of visitors later in the morning.

While you were still too busy silently wishing you had went to bed earlier the night before, you almost didn’t notice the door open, only to let out a small sigh of relief when you saw that it was Ningguang.

“Oh, good morning, Ningguang! You’re here earlier than expected”, you greeted, trying your best to cover your tiredness up with a smile, only for Ningguang’s silent stare to make you realise that she had long noticed.

“Work”, she stated, causing you to silently thank whatever gods were out there that had made her decide not to mention it while simply nodding in response. When Ningguang eventually made her order, you weren’t all too surprised by her ordering 2 cups of coffee—something she used to do from time to time—what you were surprised though, was her offering you one of them immediately after paying.

“You do look like you need it more than me, or am I wrong?”, she asked, although the small look of amusement on her face made it obvious enough that she already knew the answer.

“Thanks…”, you sheepishly answered while making a mental note to wash your face with cold water the next time you were on break, taking your first sip a few seconds after Ningguang, only for the two of you to quickly move on and have your usual chat. That was, until you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening as the next customer entered the shop, causing Ningguang to take a brief look at her watch before ordering another cup of coffee.

And while that would normally have been the end of your interaction until the next time you met, you couldn’t help but feel as if your conversation had been cut short, causing you to quickly scribble your phone number on the cup, something that’d probably cause you to lie awake at night and cringe later that day, handing it to her and receiving her money in turn.

But as Ningguang walked out of the shop and you were about to put the money into the cash register, you noticed a small piece of paper among the coins, slightly blushing once you made out the numbers written on it, realising that it also was a phone number, only for your thoughts to eventually get interrupted by an order.

And while you finished your shift as if nothing happened, the small piece of paper never left your mind.

Clexa prompt - I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Out of all of the requests in my inbox, this is the one my brain decided to let me write. Sorry to anyone who sent in a less-cursed prompt and is still waiting, I will get to them eventually!! But for now, here's a prompt about butter.

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“Come in!” 

Clarke’s voice comes from somewhere far off in the apartment - it sounds echoey and hollow and is barely loud enough to be heard where Lexa stands in the hall after knocking three times on her door. She opens the door slowly, peeking her head in before she enters. She and Clarke have only been together for just over two months and she’s kind of in limbo between feeling comfortable and at home in her girlfriend’s apartment and still feeling jittery and nervous and never knowing what to do with her hands. 

Closing the door behind her and shrugging off her coat to hang by the door, Lexa follows the noise coming from in the kitchen as much as she follows her nose, tantalized by the scent of garlic and roasted tomatoes wafting down the hall. She enters the kitchen to find Clarke standing in front of the island, using a spatula to cut into a glass baking dish full of lasagna. She’s wearing light wash jeans and a black turtle neck and Lexa has never seen someone look so insanely attractive clad in an apron that looks like it may have been handed down to her by her great grandmother, tattered and stained. 

"Hey, you," Clarke greets her cheerfully, wiping her hands on her apron before she approaches Lexa, looping her arms over her shoulders and clasping her hands behind her neck. Lexa's hands find their home on Clarke's waist as she leans in for a kiss that tastes like hello and feels like I missed you.  

"Hey," she says back a moment later when they separate. Clarke’s lips leave remnants of the glass of white wine she’s sipping on her own and she savors the sweetness.  "What is all this? I thought we were ordering takeout." Truth be told, Lexa had been daydreaming about her red curry since her 10am meeting this morning. "I didn't even know you could cook." 

"Despite what you may think I don't subsist entirely on iced coffee and takeout," Clarke informs her, a self-righteous lilt to her voice. "Just mostly. And it's your birthday, Lex. I know you told me you didn't want anything and not to do anything but… well, I just couldn't help myself, I'm sorry. My love languages are literally gift giving and acts of service, you know this.”

Lexa does know this, but still, she could never have been prepared for the truth of those words. Over the last several weeks Clarke has showered her with thoughtful little things - dried and pressed flowers on her doorstep for no reason at all, a new bookmark when she had noticed dog-eared pages in Lexa’s books, a scarf she thought would ‘look really nice’ with her eyes. And then the acts of service, with Clarke happily tagging along on a Saturday morning at the DMV and helping Lexa get her paperwork organized beforehand and doing her grocery shopping for her on a weekend when she was sick. 

Clarke is kind of perfect. Okay, not just kind of perfect; she is perfect. Lexa is terrifyingly head over heels for her given that their relationship has still not surpassed the length of her longest streak to date on Snapchat (with Lincoln, 83 days). 

Clarke mistakes Lexa’s silence for dismay and her smile slowly fades from her mouth. “I’m sorry, are you upset? Because we don’t have to eat any of this, we can still just get takeout if you want. Raven is always raiding my fridge anyways, I can just give her this as leftovers and - “

“Clarke,” Lexa interrupts gently. She pulls her girlfriend back into her arms, runs her thumb across a cheek painted rosy pink from standing over the heat of the stove. “Stop trying to give away my birthday dinner. You didn’t have to do all of this but it’s so sweet that you did. I love it.” And I love you, I’m just too scared to say it quite yet. She thinks, watching the smile return to Clarke’s pretty lips, adoration swimming clearly in blue eyes, that she knows anyways. 

“Okay, good. Because honestly I think I’d never hear the end of it if I tried to feed Raven vegan and gluten-free lasagna.” 

Lexa smirks, knowing that Clarke has only recently become acquainted with the trials and tribulations of dating someone with multiple food restrictions.  “I’m sure it’s amazing,” she reassures. 

Clarke leans up on her toes and pecks Lexa, lingering for several seconds before she drops her heels back down onto tile. “I appreciate the confidence. Sit down and let me feed you, please. I made a cake for after too.”

…..

Clarke can cook, it turns out. The lasagna is good, enough so that Lexa argues that Raven wouldn’t even be able to tell it’s vegan unless Clarke specifically told her beforehand. Clarke isn’t as sure but she still beams under Lexa’s praise. 

The cake is good as well - surprisingly good for having been made by someone who doesn’t have years of experience trying to create something edible with structural integrity without gluten or any animal products. Lexa still doesn’t even have that down herself 100% of the time. 

“This is really good, Clarke,” she says, covering her mouth with her hand as she speaks. 

Clarke preens. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure about the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter but it actually tastes like butter? I might even just start using that regularly.”

It takes a second for Lexa to register what she just said. I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, which is deceptively still not vegan even though it’s ‘not butter’. Then she’s faced with deciding whether or not she should inform Clarke of that fact; she’s so proud of herself for her successful meal and dessert that Lexa is loath to take away from that. She’s leaning heavily towards not saying anything, but Clarke is more perceptive than Lexa gives her credit for. 

“What?” she asks, brows furrowing slightly. “What did I say?”

“Nothing,” Lexa says quickly. For someone notoriously good at hiding her thoughts and feelings, she’s surprised how easily Clarke can read her. And surprised that she has let her guard down enough to be read at all. 

Clarke narrows her eyes. Waits. 

“It’s just that - well, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter isn’t actually vegan. It has traces of milk in it. Unless you got the one that specifically says vegan on it?”

Clarke stares at her blankly for the span of a few seconds. Then her face falls. “Oh my god, Lexa, I’m so sorry. I just - why would they call it that if it still has milk in it?!”

“Well, it’s not called I Can’t Believe There’s No Milk In It,” Lexa quips. Then quickly sees from Clarke’s face that she’s not receptive to joking around right now. “It’s misleading, I know,” Lexa says, shifting her tone to sympathetic. “It’s okay though, babe. Mistakes happen, it’s not a big deal.” 

“You’ve been vegan for 11 years and I just fed you milk.”

“By accident,” Lexa reminds her. “Realistically I’ve probably accidentally eaten dairy in something before. Really, it’s not a big deal.”

Clarke sighs loudly. She stands up from her seat and walks over to Lexa’s, worming her way until she’s crammed between Lexa and the table, seated across her lap. Lexa slides an arm around her back to support her, the other falling to rest on one of her thighs.

 “I’m sorry,” Clarke says again, needlessly. “You just wanted takeout from the Thai place and I did all of this just to accidentally poison you. Did I ruin your birthday?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you sure?” Clarke toys with the baby hairs at the nape of Lexa’s neck. “Because I was thinking of some ways I could make it up to you. If I ruined your birthday, that is.”

Lexa momentarily shortcircuits at the suggestive tone of Clarke’s voice, the feeling of her blunt fingernails skating lightly across the back of her neck. She swallows thickly. “On second thought, it might have been slightly ruined. Just a teeny bit.”

“I knew it,” Clarke says, a sly grin on her face just before she leans in to kiss Lexa soundly. “Any ideas or requests as far as how I can make up for it?”

Lexa cocks her head, pretending to think about it. Then she slides her chair back from the table, the legs scraping loudly under their combined weight, and stands up, nearly dumping Clarke onto the floor before she hooks her hands around the backs of her thighs and hoists her up into her arms. Clarke giggles in delight as she wraps her legs around Lexa’s waist and hangs on, letting herself be carried towards the bedroom. 

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas. And I think you’re going to like them all very much.”

She can feel Clarke’s smile against her skin when she buries her face in her neck. 

Despite the mix-up with the butter, this is by far the best birthday Lexa has had in years.

Ok so here's my long-winded theory about what happened s2 ep6. I cant put much emphasis on the coffee theory because i dont believe that Aziraphale is brainwashed from one sip. I do believe that something happens when he drinks it whether it be poisoning or something along the lines of purifying him. I am leaning more towards poisoning because there must be a clear reason why that was included in the ep3 s2 minisode. When Crowley drinks the poison and gets completely high. I believe the same thing must have happened to Aziraphale because of the huge amount of "almond syrup" in the cup. Also the fact that the Metatron emphasises the death part when ordering the coffee in the first place. Also the taste of almond is reminiscent of cyanide. If the Metatron poisons Aziraphale, maybe he knows and rushes him out of the shop and away from Crowley because he wouldnt be able to save him once the poisoning starts to work.

Another theory i have is that the Metatron threatens the safety of Crowley if Aziraphale refuses to become the leader of heaven. If he refuses, they wont just be hunted to the ends of the earth, but they will be chased and maimed and tortured, all by heavens doing. To me, heaven is more hellish than hell is. Hell has its lines but heaven is very blurry when it comes to what they will and wont do.

Aziraphale was very against talking with the Metatron until he takes a sip of coffee. And the face the Metatron makes towards Crowley when Aziraphales back is turned is just pure evil. Its almost like he is saying you are mine now and can never escape even if your husband comes with me. Poor Crowley willingly lets Aziraphale go with the Metatron to talk and when he comes back he is changed. Is he protecting Crowley or poisoned?

And the way that Crowley confesses his love. If that was really Aziraphale he would have snapped out of it and kissed him right back. He is an angel of course and cant deny love and feeling love. So for Crowleys affirmation of love to not affect him at all, well the Metatron did something to Aziraphale.

I think he did threaten Crowleys safety because for what other reason would Aziraphale rejoin heaven?

I also believe that the Metatron knows what they can do together, given that they have the power of a superior archangel together and if the second wave was to happen, heaven needed them separated to beat them.

The fact that Aziraphale looks back at Crowley for a split second before entering the lift to heaven, i believe that was him subconsciously telling Crowley he would be back he just needed to save him this time instead of the other way around. He does all this to keep him safe and the song playing in the car is his final attempt to tell Crowley he will be back, just please wait for me.

Part 1 | Part 2

It’s a sunny spring afternoon in New York, and Joel is enjoying it.

Midge has the kids, and Mei doesn’t have class this afternoon, which means they have the apartment to themselves. She’s just begun showing, and it’s different than when Midge was pregnant. He expected to know exactly how to handle this, but Mei is a hell of a lot needier than Midge was during pregnancy.

He reminds himself that she’s growing his child and swallows his annoyance with her sudden shifts in mood and her often disgusting cravings.

Today’s craving is mild, just inconvenient. There’s a little coffee shop in the West Village that has ridiculously delicious eclairs, so while Mei takes some time to study, Joel heads for Christopher Street.

He’s just ordered four (she wanted two, and he figures having an extra couple on hand couldn’t hurt) when he hears a familiar voice coming from the back corner table. “Abe?”

His ex-father-in-law looks up from where he’s sitting at a table with another man whose back is facing Joel. “Hello,” Abe greets, his tone a little more cheerful than Joel is used to hearing.

He moves to the table, and just as he’s about to ask who Abe’s friend is, he sees it’s Lenny Fucking Bruce and almost shits himself on the spot. “Joel Maisel,” he introduces, extending his hand for a shake. “I’m a big fan.”

Lenny Fucking Bruce gives him a crooked grin and shakes his hand in return. “Midge’s ex, right?”

Right. He knows Midge. “Yeah, uh...that’s me,” he says awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. Lenny Fucking Bruce takes a drag from his cigarette. “So how do you two know each other?”

“We were arrested together,” Abe says jovially. “Miriam told me all about Lenny’s dedication to the fight for free speech, and when I saw him getting arrested for speaking his mind, I stepped in.”

“You shared a cell with Lenny Bruce?” Joel asks, dumbfounded.

Lenny Fucking Bruce interjects then, “It was a quiet night at the eighth, so we had our own cells. Adjacent but separate.”

“Rose came down and bailed me out, and then I convinced her to bail him out, and every now and then Lenny and I get together for coffee and spirited discussion,” Abe explains.

Joel’s head is spinning. Abe went to a Lenny Bruce show? Abe was arrested? Rose bailed them out? Abe is friends with Lenny Fucking Bruce?

“Hell of a story,” Joel says as he hears his order number called. “That’s me, so...nice to meet you, and Abe, I’ll see you tomorrow for the seder.”

“Yes, you will,” Abe confirms, and as Joel turns to go, he calls, “And Joel? If you are not painfully nice to Miriam’s new boyfriend, I will not hesitate to throw you out of my home. I am not tolerating any arguments this year. It’s going to be a nice Pesach, and my wife is not going to need a Seconal when it’s over.”

Joel sighs. “Understood,” he answers before getting his eclairs and heading back toward Chinatown.

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The next night Joel arrives with Mei at the Weissman apartment. He’s nervous enough about bringing Mei to her first major Jewish holiday, but adding Midge’s new secret boyfriend to the mix is making it so much worse. He just hopes they can get through the night without discussing that afternoon...

Rose answers the door, and of the Weissmans, she’s the least hostile toward Joel, so that’s a relief. He helps Mei out of her coat before removing his own, and he can hear his mother in the kitchen. 

She laughs and then says, “Oh, Miriam, he’s a doll!”

So the boyfriend’s here. Fuck. Part of him was holding out hope that maybe the boyfriend would bail. Maybe they’d break up and could avoid this whole awkward encounter. But then he’s never been that lucky.

Rose leads Mei into the living room, chatting with her about her pregnancy, and Joel debates whether he should follow or go to the kitchen and get this whole thing over with.

He opts for the latter.

Rounding the corner, he enters the kitchen to discover the very last person he’d expected.

Lenny Fucking Bruce.

His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees the legendary comedian standing in front of the sink with bright yellow gloves on, washing dishes and talking with Midge and Ma. 

Midge spots him first - because of course she does - and the bright smile that was on her face only a moment ago falters. “Joel,” she greets.

“Joely!” Ma cries then, turning from Lenny Fucking Bruce. “Oh, where’s that beautiful girlfriend of yours? I want to see how much that stomach has popped!”

“Uh, living room,” Joel answers, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. She exits the kitchen quickly, going straight for the living room and leaving Joel in the kitchen with Midge and Lenny Fucking Bruce.

“You didn’t want to mention this to me yesterday?” He immediately snaps at the comic.

“Not particularly,” he answers with a shrug, continuing to wash whatever’s in the sink.

“Joel,” Midge growls. “So help me, if you are not nice this evening, I will tell everyone exactly what happened last week.”

“Oh, you mean when the two of you were fornicating in the middle of the day with the door open?” Joel hisses.

“Fornicating?” Lenny Fucking Bruce drawls, pulling a casserole dish out of the soapy water and setting it out to dry.

“Yes,” Midge answers. “How you broke into my home with a key you had no right to have in the first place. This can be a lovely seder. Or you can leave and get a hot dog from a street vendor. Your choice.” Next to her, Lenny Fucking Bruce pulls the gloves off and drapes them over the edge of the sink, and Joel thinks it may be the strangest thing he’s ever seen.

“So either I suffer through watching you two together all night or get food poisoning,” he spits. “Either way, I end up puking.”

Midge shrugs. “Hey, as long as you make it to the bathroom to do it, I don’t really care how sick you get.” Lenny Fucking Bruce covers his mouth with his fingers, and Joel can see a smirk that fills him with rage.

And he used to idolize this guy.

“Fine,” he grits out. “But I don’t like this,” he adds for good measure.

“No one cares, Joel,” Midge responds easily as she opens the oven door, pulling out the brisket. “You should check on Mei. Astrid’s probably getting too excited about the possibility of another convert.”

Joel huffs out a breath and heads for the living room.

Why’d it have to be Lenny Fucking Bruce?

Mistico Park La Fortuna

Tyrza and I were up super early and ready to go for our 5:30am pick up hoping to get to Mistico Park very early and be among the first to enter and walk the hanging bridges. Unfortunately, we were left waiting as our shuttle did not arrive. By the time we had waited a little more than half an hour the hotel's reception had opened and I asked Fernanda to call the tour company and try to figure out why we were not collected. There had been a miscommunication with the driver so they changed our pick up to 7am (and gave us a full refund) and we went for a little walk around and bought a pastry at a nearby bakery that was open early. During this little walk I managed to lose my room key but the driver had arrived so we just hopped in and that was an issue for later. When we arrived at the park, we realised it was admission only and didn't include a guide, we didn't mind though and headed into the park to look for sloths. Tyrza spotted some little animals that looked like raccoons right away and we watched them eating their breakfast and rustling around in the trees for a while. Next I spotted a huge bird that looked a bit like a peacock way up in the trees. I was also fairly confident I saw a toucan in the trees too, but it was so far up I couldn't get a photo of it. Tyrza saw a squirrel and we saw a lot of butterflies and spiders but no sloths. The park was awesome in any case, with about 8 suspension bridges throughout that we took our photo opportunities on. The volcano was still covered in clouds so we couldn't get perfect photos despite our great viewpoint. The souvenir shop and restaurant were super pricy so we just got our driver to take us directly back to our hotel. I looked for my room key along the path we walked as we headed back into town for breakfast and coffee at the Chocolate Fusion Cafe. I went for a mango blueberry smoothie bowl topped with some caramelised cacao beans on top, and a mocha since this was a chocolate specialty cafe after all! It was delicious and probably less than $10 all up. After breakfast Tyrza and I went our separate ways so I could look further for my key. It was starting to get really hot and humid as I was walking around retracing my steps so I went to ask the hotel front desk for forgiveness thinking they might just say okay whatever and be done with it. While Fernanda could sympathise with my day of problems she said it would be $20 to replace the whole door handle. I walked for another hour to search again but it was still nowhere to be found so I reluctantly told them it was gone forever, coughed up the $20, and the maintenance man came to replace the whole door handle and keys. I surmised that someone picked it up and took it or handed it in to some random shop because I searched every piece of the ground and bushes over two hours and asked in a few shops but noone had seen it/didn't understand what I was asking them. By evening it was raining very heavily so when there came a break in the rain Tyrza and I regrouped to walk down to the La Fortuna pub which was empty. Georgi came to join us (not in a rain break so was soaked) and we ordered our drinks, I had a piña colada with ice cream, Tyzra tried a float of the local beers, and Georgi had two pints of the house beer - her typical starter. Once happy hour hit we ordered 6 drinks, 2 each of the Cuba Libre, Mojito, and Guaro Sour and did a mix and match so we could each try two. At another rain break we made a dash to Pollo Fortuneño where we ordered a share plate with ribs, chicken, tortillas, beans, and fried plantains. After dinner we ran into some of the group getting dropped off after their cooking class and salsa lesson so we all went out together for a drink at Lava Lounge. I decided I wanted a sickly sweet dessert brownie with ice cream and Georgi decided it was her now birthday so we all ran with that, she got free shots and a happy birthday song from the live musician in both English and Spanish.