Anonymous said: jily coffeshop au
I threw in some Modern!AU too, because, why not? Also because I’ve done this one before, so it’s a nice contrast.
This paper was going to be the end of her, Lily decided, glaring mutinously at her laptop screen and willing the word document to somehow double in length in the next six hours. What had she been thinking, taking a bloody literature class? She was a maths person. She had always been a maths person. Complex calculus? Simple. Non-Euclidean geometry? She was your girl. Metaphors? Yeah, not so much. And yet she’d somehow stumbled her way into a Romantics seminar. What utter rot.
"Ah. A Keats fan, then?"
Lily glanced up, eyes bleary, to find one of the coffee shop’s baristas standing beside her table. He was tall and lanky, with the shop’s standard dark green apron hanging off his limbs like it didn’t quite know how to fit among all the sharp edges. His hair was dark and loafed about like it had a mind of its own, while a pair of wire specs perched neatly upon his long nose. In one hand, he held a skinny paper coffee cup. The other tapped gently at her poetry book.
"Actually, right now I reckon I’m inching toward TB’s side of things," Lily answered, sighing lightly. "Keats may have deserved it."
The barista’s lips quirked. "Ah, well. Two sides to every story and all." He placed the foam cup atop the poetry book. "Coffee."
"Er, no. I haven’t ordered anything."
"No, you haven’t. Ordered for you, actually." He twisted the cup, and there on the stark white curve, a name and number was written in thick, black ink.
JAMES 07914 483 219