Alec almost groaned when he stepped out of the blistering winds outside and into the café, only to see a line of about ten people up to the counter. He was bound to be late to the office now, but it wasn’t like there was anything he could do. He’d rather die than not have a coffee before the day, so he supposed he was stuck waiting in this line for the next ten minutes.

He glanced at his watch once every few seconds, huffing each time he saw that it hadn’t even been a minute. He’d already been grumpy and tired, and now he was even more so. Work was going to be shite, that was for sure.

When it was finally his turn to order, he stepped up to the counter and promptly froze. The barista was just about the most attractive person he’d ever seen, and he found himself subconsciously straightening up and adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. He opened his mouth to say hello, and suddenly he couldn't even remember how to speak. They stared at him expectantly with a polite smile, and he realised he hadn’t caught their question. Right… they’d probably asked what he wanted to order. Right? Surely.

“Er… one coffee, please. Black.”