Emma had a busy schedule, she was the Emma Frost. But somehow, she always made time to get coffee from the coffee shop twenty minutes away from her house. No one else but her knew it was intentionally out of her way, but it was her little secret. It wasn't like she had a crush on the very cute barista who always got her order right, no of course not, she didn't do feelings like that.

A small smile appeared on her face as the bell jingled from the doorway when she walked in like she owned the place. The blonde saw you move to make her drink but not before giving her a smile and a wave that she found oh so adoring. It was a song and dance the two of you performed everyday, Emma pretending that she hated you and you being kind and sweet to her every morning she came in. She didn't like her coffee sweet but she loved caramel macchiatos, but only when you made it. She wasn't sure why it tasted so different when you made it but it was only place she'd ever have it over a blonde latte.

Today Emma felt like being in a giving mood, so when she got up to the register to pay, her hands moved to yours, an hundred dollar bill being slid between your hands. Her eyes were as disinterested as she could feign to be, but her smile told a different story. Her voice was bored but secretly she hoped you would accept it. "Please, accept the money, I just had it lying around, besides you're the only person I know who makes semi decent coffee," The insult was not true in any regard but she would rather not admit she held a fondness for you.