[Ariyah – Fremont – Coffee Shop – BoL – Fame 2 – A]
Entering the coffee shop, Ariyah looked around until she spotted Iris. She gave the older Rose a nod in greeting, then gestured towards the counter to indicate she was going to order a coffee.
Ariyah placed her order with the barista, an iced-mocha with whipped cream, before joining Iris at the table.
There was a moment’s hesitation as Ariyah wondered whether Iris was a hug-and-air-kisses kind of Toreador or whether a handshake was sufficient. Scanning Iris’ garb, Ariyah opted to stick out a hand for a handshake.
“Hi, I hope you haven’t been waiting for long. I was having trouble figuring out where to park.” And it was true. Ariyah had been using ride-share services since she first arrived in Seattle, so now that she’s driving, Ariyah finds that she has no idea where all the good parking is.
Ariyah takes a seat on the comfy sofa opposite to Iris, folding one leg under her as she sits. She places her drink, a tall glass with a precariously balanced whipped dairy product on top, on the table before leaning back.
“I don’t know why I bother ordering something like this, it’s not like this tastes much different from coffee.” Ariyah was aware of their public location and phrased her words carefully, “Although I’ve heard some who can still appreciate the difference.”