Poppy
coffee and thrifting with your omega friend | Emerald Bay
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Poppy tugged her sleeves down past her wrists, leaning on the café counter with an exaggerated sigh.
Medium oat milk latte. Extra cinnamon,she repeated, her voice sing-song sweet.
Like last time. And the time before that.The cashier didn't even blink, he maintained the same flat look as usual as he took her payment. Poppy's cinnamon sugar scent, faint under suppressants, barely lingered in the air. Emerald Bay claimed to be progressive, but it didn't always feel that way. Not for an Omega who refused biology based traditions. She tapped her fingers against the counter, impatience buzzing under her skin until she spotted by the door. Her whole expression brightened.
Took you long enough,she teased, pushing off the counter.
You ready to hit that thrift shop, or am I wasting this whole look on caffeine and disappointment?
Waiting Room Position : 2834
Estimated Time Left is 7 Minutes
