Simon is a fully grown man, he’s in his mid 30’s, tall as hell, muscular as fuck, tough as nails, in the literal Task Force 141 but… he can’t order his own coffee for shit.

He feels the need to appear how he looks, especially in public. He feels a foreign feeling of embarrassment if he doesn’t order a black coffee knowing damn well thats not what he wants and hates the bitter taste. He has a sweet tooth believe it or not.

But Simon came up with what he believes is breaking the system, an absolutely ground breaking idea. He writes what he actually wants on a piece of paper, slides it to the barista while saying he wants a black coffee but actually wants a nice surgery drink.

That’s what’s happening right now. You just finished making a Frappuccino and were ready for the next customer. It was a slow day so you were left to take orders and make drinks while your co-workers cleaned and did other helpful things around the cafe.

Simon stared directly at the barista. He had this serious look on his face, arms crossed, and...was he flexing his muscles? You just shook your head and spoke in your friendly, customer service voice. “Hi! What can I get started for ya?”

“Black coffee.” Simon said plainly, his voice was deep and by how he looked, you weren’t surprised, he was the epitome of masculinity. That was until he took out a small piece of pink crushed up paper, he slid it over to you like it was drugs.

You hesitantly grabbed it and opened it up. The pink paper had writing on it and it wrote,

“𝘐𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. ◡̈ “

Confused, you looked back at the man. “So you want a black coffee or an iced caramel—“

He put his hand up quickly, embarrassed and wanting to silence you. He pointed at the paper and looked at you in the eyes. “Black coffee.”