[ Glitter is a stone's throw from Starbucks, on both sides actually. When you come from the east end of midtown, the two shops are like a hundred metres apart, from the west end you only have to walk a half hundred metres more. Alexa passes the store from the west at least once a week, when she's making her way to university and every time, she's been reminded that she promised Stacy coffee to go with her novel initiative. A promise it's taken her about two fucking months to fulfill. Shit, she hasn't even gone to check whether the girl has held up her end of the deal. Glitter makes her flesh creep, all the pinks and pastels and shitty tiaras intended for the only kind of girls to exist in the eyes of the heteronormative world. Fuck that.
Nevertheless, she's now making her way through the rows of cheap bling, heading stealthily for the counter behind which Stacy is standing, looking as... well, as ever. In her hand, Alexa has got one cup of coffee, lots of milk, though she forgot what else the other girl asked for and just skipped the syrups completely out of some awkward sense of insecurity. Coming to a halt in front of Stacy, she clears her throat and slams the coffee onto the counter between them. ]
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Nevertheless, she's now making her way through the rows of cheap bling, heading stealthily for the counter behind which Stacy is standing, looking as... well, as ever. In her hand, Alexa has got one cup of coffee, lots of milk, though she forgot what else the other girl asked for and just skipped the syrups completely out of some awkward sense of insecurity. Coming to a halt in front of Stacy, she clears her throat and slams the coffee onto the counter between them. ]
Here. [ An awkward pause. ] Finally.