Description: Following their last meeting, Brett tries to get coffee. May Lee tries to sell him coffee. In the end, post traumatic stress disorder foils both plans and makes everything incredibly awkward.
Ahhh, Suburbia. Stepford America. At least, that's what everyone thinks of, if they're not thing idyllic 50s America instead. What managed to bring Brett Neuer, rural hockey boy turned possible city vigilante here is...well, rather strange. Apparently, there ARE kids in suburbia who do like hockey and want lessons still. Even with the playoffs over, a fan is a fan....and while it's a little farther out from the park, it's still worth spreading the gospel of the puck and ice, right?
Well, it would be if it wasn't such a chore to teach the little brat anything. And since Brett was never one for the spirits, the local global coffee shop franchise location was the closest thing he could rely on to assauge his frustrations. Or it would be if he could make sense of the damn menu. "Um....er...." It takes him the few minutes in line he spends waiting before he finally gives up, rubbing the back of his neck as he gets to the counter. "Um..hi...can't I just get a coffee with cream and two sugars or something?"
Champion of Justice, May Lee has been enjoying the United States for the most part. Sure, her attempt to apprehend Duke hadn't gone well, and neither had her meeting with the odd hockey player, but she made a good friend in Big Bear, and she's certain that her decision to stay in Metro City, when most of the eyes of the world are on Sunshine City, will be validated in the long run. After all, just because there is trouble there, that doesn't mean there isn't trouble in Metro City, and if everyone goes running to where the cameras are, why, who is left to protect everywhere else?
And then she spots Brett.
She's behind the counter today. But in her uniform, without her goggles or scarf, perhaps he won't recognize her. That's really what she's relying on, anyway, as she turns beet red and then turns around, looking up at the menus.
"We don't do just a coffee, here at Global Coffee, Sir!" She chirps, "We do Americano, Cappucino, Latte, Espresso, BCafe Mocha, Turkish Coffee, Vienna Coffee, Yuanyang, and even types of tea!"
Brett wasn't really paying attention to who was behind the counter. The scary, alien list of complex caffinated concoctions was already making his head reel, and taking up most of his attention. So when the hockey winger finally looks back from the placards above and to the actual cashier...he might hopefully be forgiven for the shock he gets when he sees just WHO is his cashier.
"GAHHH!!!" she shouts, backing up and hastily reaching over his shoulder, neglecting the fact that all his equipment, even his skates, are in his rent-a-car. "What are you doing here, trying to ambush me again?! I told you, I'm not working for that asshole!" he shouts panickedly, presumably confusing every single other person in the shop with his rambling.
May Lee flinches at the shout, but, to her credit, she does not immediately slug Brett for embarrassing her at her place of work. She'd tried to explain what had happened when she ran off last time, but apparently he still thinks she's out to get him! She clears her throat, and shakes her head slowly. "Sir." She says, calmly and levelly, "I have no idea what you are talking about. Please quiet down or I'll have to ask you to leave."
At this point, her manager walks over, an older gentleman, looking quite concerned that May has apparently given someone a nervous breakdown in the middle of his coffee shop. "Is there a problem here, May?" He asks, and she shakes her head.
"No Sir. I think Mr. Neur has me /confused with someone else/."
Don't ask how she knows his last name.
Brett is not quite rational about it, but lets be fair: she attacked him first, after all. So it's not like he's going out of his way to try and embarrass her or anything. The meeting just...left an impression. A very bad impression apparently. A bad impression that is drawing out the manager of the store, which makes Brett realize he's screwed up pretty badly.
"Um....um....my apologies, sir. I think I just....I'm sorry." He falls over his own words trying to find some way to make good...the result is just him hurriedly slapping down about 3 dollars too much to pay for his coffee. "I'll just...get out of here as soon as possible and not cause any more trouble..."
May Lee does look pretty bashful, but... at heart, she's a teenage girl. She'd humiliated Brett, and now Brett was showing up her place of work. He hasn't even made an order, but he's slapping money down on the counter! Confused, May just, nods her head.
"Sure?" She says, and, after a moment, she pours Brett something approximating the kind of coffee he had seemed to want. Leaving it on the counter, she carefully takes the money, makes change, and puts the change on top of the drink. An apologetic look is given to her boss, and to him, but, she can't say anything else without jeopardizing her job!
Brett looks like he wishes he could shrink down at disappear from sight right now. And from the way his shoulders slump and head hangs down, he's doing his best approximation of it right now. It's only when Maylee brings him some approximation of his coffee order that he looks back up. "Th-thank you," he says, taking the cup, and leaving the change on the counter with an apologetic look before he rushes out of the door.
It's only once he's back in his car that he lets himself fully deflate. "Dangit all..." he groans, hand to his face as he slumped back in his seat. Just...yeah. He might be here a while, stewing over that little outburst. Safer than trying to drive back into the city while hitting his head in the steering wheel, that's for sure. Well...at least as long as none of the employees try to peek their head into his car and threaten to call the cops for loitering or something.
Log created on 16:18:02 06/22/2012 by MayLee, and last modified on 17:07:38 06/22/2012.