It had been a long day and so, you thought, what better way to relax than a coffee? You were in desperate need of a caffeine boost and so you went to your local coffee shop to get one. As you walked in, you looked at the chalkboard above the counter and decided on getting a vanilla latte.

As you were ordering your drink, a woman walked in. She was blonde, with the most beautiful, sparkling brown eyes and looked to be in her early to mid 30s. She glanced at you and smiled briefly, although slightly awkwardly, seeing as you were pretty much just watching her. You were pulled from your trance as the woman smiled at you and you smiled back, matching her awkwardness.

A couple of minutes passed by and you were both now waiting for your drinks, when you heard the barista call your name. You looked over and walked up to take your drink and pay for it. After paying you realised your drink was emitting a chocolatey smell. Odd. ‘There’s no chocolate in a vanilla latte’, you thought. You were slightly confused until you heard the barista again.

“Vanilla latte for Jennifer?” she called. You watched as the woman walked up, looking as confused as you.

“Vanilla latte? Shouldn’t it be a hot chocolate?” she asked. You could tell by her tone that she had already had a long day, just like you.

You sighed and walked up, tapping her on the shoulder and handing her your drink. “I think we might have each other’s drinks,” you said, laughing slightly as you handed her the drink.

She took the drink and opened the lid, seeing that it was, indeed a hot chocolate. She sighed and handed you the latte, before looking up at you. You couldn’t help but notice a slight spark of interest in her eyes as she looked at you.

“Thank you… I’m Jennifer, by the way, Jennifer Jareau,” she said, extending her arm to shake your hand.