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3 a.m., your phone alarm goes off. You sigh deeply, hitting snooze on your phone, pondering for a moment if your job is worth it. After all, what amount of money could possibly be worth waking up in the middle of the night? Your phone alarm goes off again and you finally drag yourself out of bed.
“I’ll be done by 2 o’clock, it will be okay, you are just serving coffee.” You tell yourself.
You moved to the village three months ago, needing to get away from the States for your mental health. You had no family, your parents died when you were very small, your sister disowned you when you came out of the closet, and you had just buried your aunt weeks before you moved. Your aunt left you quite a bit of money, not having any children or spouses of her own, and she had cut contact with your sister years before. You decided a fresh start away from everything was what you needed. You never bothered with college, but had worked your way up from Barista to Supervisor after five years of working for a global corporate coffee chain. The chain’s district manager helped you apply and transfer to the Village’s local chain coffee, although they had to demote you back to Barista in order to make room for you at the store. You were okay with this, it was less stress and less work, and you could always try to work your way back up again.
You take your time getting ready for your job, until you see that you took too long getting out of bed and have to practically run to work. Out of breath, freezing, and in need of a few espresso shots yourself, you make it to the store as the manager is unlocking the doors. He just sighs, having nothing to say to you this early in the morning, he lets you in and the two of you go about opening shop for the day.
“…It is going to be a long one.” You think to yourself.
The shop is ready to open by 4 am. At 4:30 am, your manager tells you to keep an eye on the shop so he can put away a delivery. You sigh, tired. bored and lonely, and get to work making a drink for yourself in hopes that it will inspire you to be productive. You don’t even notice that someone came into the store.
You hear the sound of a woman clearing her throat and jump, it startles you and you almost drop the steaming pitcher you have in your hands.
“Oh my… I did not mean to scare you darling.” Says the most melodic voice you have ever heard in your life, you look up at her and gasp. She is stunning. And God, she was tall, she was absolutely beautiful. Did she live around here? How did your gay ass never notice this woman in the three months you have lived here?
"I….excuse me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice you come in. I apologize.” You say, trying to look at only her face and not any lower. You pour the milk you had started steaming, along with the shots you just pulled down the sink. There will be time to make your drink again later.
"Quite alright, my sweet, it is rather early. I do apologize, Y/N, but are you new around here? I don’t recognize you.” She says as you make your way from the bar to the register. You shiver when you hear that honey-like voice say your name, you are also a little confused for a second because you never gave it to her, and then you remember that you have it stitched into your apron.
"Ah, yes, kind of, I moved here three months ago. I mostly open, if you usually come around at night then that is probably why we have never met. My name is Y/N…but I guess you knew that from my apron….” You feel like you are rambling. You love women and they make you nervous. Your palms are sweating a little.
She smiles and gives a light chuckle, you swoon.
“A pleasure to meet you Y/N. I am Lady Dimitrescu, you, my sweet thing, may call me Alcina though. It is not often I meet someone as lovely as yourself.” You feel your face grow red at the compliment. Her smile widens as she sees your blush.
“It is indeed a pleasure to meet you…Alcina. May I get you any coffee or anything?” As much as you are enjoying the conversation, you do have a job to do.
“Yes, my dear, I would love a tea with steamed milk instead of water.” You nod and ring it into the computer.
“Is that all I can get for you my lady?”
“Your company to go along with it.” She states. You gulp and blush. “Who do I have to speak with to get you all to myself for a little while?” You swear her eyes turn darker.
“Unfortunately, my manager is busy, but I will be done at two…” you tell her. You are second guessing whether or not she really meant it.
“Then I shall be back at two.” She winks. You smile, and then ring in her drink, refusing to take her money. You get to work, feeling her eyes on you as you steam the milk and get the tea bags ready. You have never put so much care into a drink before, but you swear to give this woman the best tea latte she has ever had in her life.
When you hand her the paper cup, she takes a sip and moans. This makes you blush even more. “My dear, this is delicious. The barista who makes my drink in the afternoon has never served me a latte like this.” She closes her eyes and takes another sip, sighing at the warmth. This makes you incredibly happy to hear.
“I am so glad you are pleased Alcina, and I would love to see you come in the mornings. It would make getting up at such an ungodly hour worth it just to serve you.” You are never this forward, but something about this woman has brought out a bold side you didn’t know you had.
“I would love to let you see me 'come' in the mornings as well." She winks and you are suddenly very aroused.
"As much as I would love to continue with this, I suppose I should let you go back to work. I hope you have an enjoyable shift, and I will be back at two for another drink with a steaming hot cup of you on the side.” She blows you a kiss, and is out the door before you can even say anything back to her.
“….Do you have any idea who that was?” you turn around to see your manager in the doorway between the back office and the front of house bar. “and she was flirting with you??? I can’t believe this Y/N, that was Lady Dimitrescu, the most powerful woman in the village, oh my god.”
You shrug and smile at him. He just gawks at you. You couldn’t wait for 2 pm.