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Small Iced Vanilla Latte For Archangel Fucking Gabriel

845 words / Outsider’s POV / Ineffable Bureaucracy after the Armageddon

for the prompt: “I never knew it could be this way.”

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It’s 9 o’clock in the morning and Sam already wants to go back to her dorm and take a long nap to the next day or next week, if possible. She looks at the clock and the empty coffee shop, sighing. Seven hours until she can go back.

“One iced vanilla latte.” Someone with a bored voice murmurs behind Sam while she is organizing a shelf. She turns back and sees a customer with an androgynous look. They (Of course, Sam is woke, alright? She’s not going to assume someone’s gender beforehand, especially for a barista with a minimum wage who works her ass off to go to school, she’s not gonna make someone mad.)

“Hi, one iced vanilla latte...size?”

“Size?” They raise one of their eyebrows like they don’t understand what Sam is talking about.

Alright, the first-time coffee shop’s customer, I guess, Sam presumes.

“A cup size for your coffee.” She smiles.

“Okay, that Tall one.”

“Sorry, we don’t have the same size names like Starbuck. We have three sizes for ice beverages; Small, Medium, and Large. So I believe you want a Small one?”

“I guess. Whatever.”

The barista nods, jotting the abbreviation of the order on the plastic cup while her customer complains about something. Sam only catches some of it which are “Stupid size names” and “Always Crowley’s doing” but it doesn’t make any sense, so she just ignores it like an ideal barista would do for the customers.

“Okay, name?”

“What? We’re not done yet?” The customer looks at Sam incredulously, tapping their fingers on the counter.

“We’re almost there.” Sam smiles her Customer-is-God smile. “I just need to write the name of who the coffee is for.”

The customer smiles. Their bored face lightens up mischievously. They nod and says, “The Archangel fucking Gabriel.”

Sam wants to look surprised. She wants to but she wouldn’t look surprised anymore after listening to some hilarious and some lame names for countless of times since she’s been working here, so she just nods nonchalantly at the childish customer.

The customer pays her and walks to the table for two, not far from the counter. They spread on the chair like it is the most comfortable chair in the world. (It is not.)

So, her customer is not god but a fucking Archangel himself. Whatever, if the archangel doesn’t tip her then she doesn’t care.

“A small Iced Vanilla Latte for the Archangel f-ing Gabriel,” Sam shouts, censoring herself as well. 

Instead of the person who ordered the coffee, a new guy who just entering the door walks straight to the counter and picks the cup.

“Sir, that’s--”

“It’s mine. I’m Archangel fucking Gabriel.” The new customer, the Archangel fucking Gabriel gives Same a toothy smile before he adds, “No worry, Woman. I’m with them.”

Sam raises her eyebrows skeptically, “Alright.”

“Wow, I thought you were going to dress like that time with the Antich--I mean the Adam kid.”

Sam doesn’t want to eavesdrop these two or anything but they sit really close to the counter. Plus, she is bored. It’s a miraculously slow morning, as if everyone just decides not to come to this coffee shop except these two weird customers.

“What’s with you and your comment about my attire? And no, I stop listening to those goonies convincing me about the 21th century clothes after I got to see what they really look like when I came up last time.”

“My lot is not different. I can’t believe I’ve been listening for all those stupid shits Sandalphon spewing.”

Gabriel drinks his iced coffee and twists his mouth immediately. Sam wants to jump from behind the counter and asks ‘What’s wrong with my coffee?’ but the other customer grabs at the cup, opening the plastic lid and drank it all in one go. ICE INCLUDED.

The black haired customer chews the ice nonchalantly. They stare at Gabriel’s face until they finish chewing and say,

“I never knew it could be this way.” 

“What way?” The archangel asks. Sam secretly shakes her head. Do I really have to address him as an archangel? It’s ridiculous.

“Quiet. Peaceful.” The customer with a black hair says and continues, “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I can see now why Crowley likes it here.”

“Me too.” Gabriel nods.

“I want what they have.”

“What?”

“I don’t know...relationship?” They glance up and look at the other man at the opposite side of the table.

Gabriel stares intensely at the other customer.

“Me too,” He answers.

Sam stops what she’s been doing for a while now and starts to get invest in these two’s business. What does that mean? Are they together now?

Before she can say or think anything more, the two customers look up. Gabriel raises his hand to the sky, pulls it down and snaps his fingers while the other customer pulled their hand from below and snap their fingers in the same rhythm.

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It’s 9 o’clock in the morning and Sam already wants to go back to her dorm