The date was December 23rd, a day before Christmas Eve, and two days before Christmas. The streets were crowded with mutatoes, rushing for last minute presents, or maybe even a tree. It called many new customers to a cozy little coffee place, by the name of Mocha Mutatoes, and one of the customers was a pretty little vixen of a lady; body of yellows, tail of oranges, and whose lips were painted a lovely shade of pink. She chose a quiet little table at the back corner of the store. Now, cue a lonely barista; his body a curious scene; a sort of tea cup at the bottom, a mocha brown liquid splashed into that teacup, with a sugar cube diving into it, and causing a splash, the steam of the drink crawling around the spillage and above, contrasting to a shimmery background. His tail, that was a pretty picture as well; a chocolately substance, with sprinkles of marshmallows floating through it. Hot cocoa, perhaps? And, adorning his nose, and slightly covering his eyes, was a pair of glasses. Odd choice of eyewear. Circular. Barely holding on and clearly on their last legs. Of course, they also clashed with his apron and name tag; the apron a pretty green, and the name tag with his name neatly printed on it.
Now, we know who we’re focusing on. He took her order; an eggnog latte, which was a holiday drink, since Christmas was crawling into the scene. It only took a few moments, since the drink’s ingredients were overstocked, for safety; steamed milk, eggnog, plus espresso, and a miniature pinch of nutmeg. But, on the barista’s way of delivering the drink, his eyeglasses fell to the floor, and with no possible way of rescuing them, he had to walk away, give the drink to her, and scramble back to the location of the fallen glasses. But, karma being karma, when the barista finally got back to his eyeglasses, a lens had shattered and the middle had cracked in half. Picking the bits and pieces in a fury, he pulled the remains to the back, and pushing them into a secure bag, he hid them away in shame, hoping to get them repaired later.
Returning to the table in the back, it was deserted, with a few dollars laid down, and a stained cup. The stain was actually the female’s lipstick, and it was barely noticeable, and easily cleanable. But, he felt it was more than a lipstick stain. A sign, perhaps? But, when he got to work the next day, he decided; it was more than a sign.
There was a small parcel at the counter, and his coworkers said that it was for him, from a mysterious mutato. Picking it up in a paw, he walked to the back booth; and there she sat, sipping on another eggnog latte, like yesterday. Asking to sit down, the barista finally got to open his present, and as he opened it, he pulled out a proper, new pair of glasses. Written on the card tied to a parcel, read, ‘Merry Christmas, Caffeine! ~Vixen’
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