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"Large Americano, please," the girl says. She's on her phone again, fingers tap tap tapping across the screen, looking anywhere but at Luz. And Luz groans internally, because this has been going on for a month and Willow is going to kill her if she doesn't talk to her eventually.
"I'll get on it," Luz says. It's a miracle her voice doesn't crack. It did the first time. Badly. "Name?"
She already knows it, obviously, considering the amount of times the girl's been here, but she doesn't know if that would be seen as creepy. Or was it just rude considering she'd seen her like 50 times this summer?
The girl looks up and sighs, and yeah, maybe Luz should stop asking. "Amity."
When Amity steps out of the line, there's a tall guy in a suit who comes up to take her place. He leans forward, elbow on the counter, smirking at her. Oh, brother.
"Can I help you?" she asks him blankly.
"So, I have a deal," he says. "Give me a discount, and I'll bring you on the best date of your life."
Luz scoffs. "Yeah, and lose my job? Give me a break."
She hears a tiny snort from the back corner. When she looks over, the girl with the green hair is giggling into her palm. Luz feels a smile creeping onto her face before she reins it back.
Get a handle on yourself, she's probably texting her boyfriend.
The guy doesn't seem too pleased by her attitude, so he pushes himself off the counter and storms out of the coffeeshop. Gracias a Dios.
She makes Amity's coffee in the lull between customers.
"Americano for Amity." she calls. Amity barely looks at her as she crosses over to the counter, and okay, she's going to do this. She's going to do this or Willow is going to murder her. "So, uh."
"What?" the girl asks, and she catches Luz's eyes with her amber ones. She looks like she's assessing her somehow, testing her, and there's a blush rising onto Luz's face, she just knows it, and fuck, okay, she can't do this.
"Uh. Never mind, sorry." she responds, mentally berating herself for being such an idiot. "Enjoy your coffee."
"You too," Amity replies, too quickly, before her whole face goes red. "I mean, never mind." She grabs her Americano from the counter and speedwalks out of the building without so much as a goodbye.
Luz blinks once. Blinks twice, before breaking out into a full-face grin.
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"She WHAT?!" Willow squeaks, then winces at the glares aimed her way. "Sorry, she did what?" she whispers.
"I told off a guy in a suit and she giggled," Luz groans. They're at the library, sitting at one of the center tables with books sprawled out in front of them. It's their tradition, having a Book Club every Friday, and they'll continue to do it until they go to college in 2 months. "And I don't even know if it was because of me. She could have been doing anything on her phone. Anything, Willow. Save me." She buries her face in her arms, trying to hide her embarrassment.
She can almost feel Willow rolling her eyes. "Luz. You need to calm down, okay? Next time."
"What do you mean, next time?! I don't know what I'm doing!" Luz exclaims and shit, people were glaring at them again. Oops.
"Just write your number on the cup," says Willow, shrugging.
"Are you kidding?" Luz asks in disbelief. "That's such a douchey thing to do."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," she says, chin in her hands. "Okay. New idea. Wear your bi flag pin."
"I'm not even out to my mom yet, Willow!"
Willow sighs. "We need Gus."
"Gus," Luz agrees, "I'll text him when I get home."
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gus!!!! need ur help!!!!!!
Wya
home but thats not the point please help me
Whats wrong?? Did eda set ur mom on fire or something
i mean no but it's only a matter of time
but, theres a cute girl who keeps coming to the coffeeshop and ive been trying to talk to her literally since june
but i can't
...Its July
I KNOW OKAY
shes just so
so
Oookayy....
Why not just do that thing where you write your number on her coffee cup?
...
seriously gus
Okay okay, new plan
Why don't you just ask her out
FDSAFHASFHS I CANT DO THAT
????
Why not
I will die
Oh come on, now you're just being dramatic
no, I will
i will literally actually die and it will be all her fault
theyll arrest her
Okay, now you're being ridiculous
It's just a GIRL, luz
manslaughter
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She wakes up with a runny nose and a pounding head. So much for seeing Amity again.
In fact, it turns out she has some weird type of summer flu, and Eda flat-out refuses to let her work, claiming it would be irresponsible. Luz thinks she just wants an excuse to hang out at their house so she can talk to her mom. In fact, they're talking downstairs right now.
"Yeah, me and King will take great care of her," Eda's voice floats up the stairs, and Luz rolls her eyes. "You can go straight to work. Straight ha ha. Cause I'm not. Get it?"
Camilia laughs, and Luz hears the sound of the door handle turning. "Yes, you're a very funny woman. Thank you so much for this, by the way."
If they keep flirting like this, she's going to throw up.
Luckily, she recovers quick - within a week, she's back at the coffeeshop. And of course, Amity shows up at 8 AM sharp.
"Americano, please," she mutters, staring at her phone.
"Sure," says Luz. "Name?"
Luz. YOU KNOW HER NAME.
But Amity blinks and looks up from her phone and catches her eye. "You're back."
"You noticed?" Luz blurts because she is an absolute fool.
Amity slams her hands down on the counter and leans forward.
"You do know me," she exclaims, eyes narrowed. She seems to realize she's, like, one inch from Luz's face and leans back. "I knew it!"
"Whoa, I don't know where you got that from," says Luz, trying to backtrack. "I definitely do not know you. Just uh. Yeah."
She looks unimpressed, arching an eyebrow in an imperious way that somehow still manages to look attractive.
"Okay, I do know your name. It's Amity," sighs Luz, realizing there's no way around this. "I just didn't want to let you know because nobody ever comes back here because our coffee is awful and I've never had a single regular and honestly it is kinda weird that you keep coming back here-"
"First of all," says Amity, cutting her off. "I throw the Americanos in the garbage as soon as I get outside."
Luz raises an eyebrow. "Then-"
"I come for you."
"Like... because you want a discount?" Luz is not sure what is happening here, but she has an inkling of suspicion.
Amity laughs, and Luz will actually die because HOLY FUCK HER LAUGH IS ADORABLE. "Are you serious? No way."
"Uh...elaborate?" she laughs nervously. Help.
"Hm," the girl smiles, tucking strands of aquamarine behind her ear. "Nah."
She slides Luz a slip of paper and leaves.
"Wait, your Americano!" yells Luz, because she is so disoriented that coffee is the only thing she can think of right now.
"Don't want it," says Amity, and then the door closes behind her.
There's 10 digits scrawled on the slip of paper in the prettiest handwriting she's ever seen, and she thinks maybe she should call an ambulance for herself.