Couldn’t quite get this scene out of my head so I figured I’d just pin it on here. For those who might enjoy!
“Hang on, I want to get a pumpkin latte.”
Chris stopped in his tracks and stared at Zach, dumbfounded.
“A what?”
Zach smirked. “A pumpkin latte.” He somehow managed to point at the Starbucks beside them with his shoulder. Chris didn’t know how he shrugged so well, it was a talent.
“There?”
“Yes, Christopher, that’s where they sell them.”
He made a face. “I don’t go in there.”
“I know, you like your little coffee place two blocks from your house. And espresso.”
“Well these big chains are horrible.”
“You go to a grocery store chain for food right?”
Chris shrugged himself. “Only if I absolutely have to. I prefer the little local markets.”
“You’re such a…beatnik.”
He laughed. “Where’d you get that old word from? Hey the sixties called. They want their word back.”
Zach snorted. “Maybe even the fifties. I don’t know. Ma used to use it. Do you mind? I want my coffee!” He made to move to the door, but Chris stubbornly stayed where he was. “Are you planning to wait out here?”
“Why not?”
“Because the paparazzi will eventually notice you trying to look nonchalant while pretending you aren’t and pretty soon you’ll do that dorky ass thing you do where you take a picture of them back with your fingers or hands or whatever.”
“What am I doing with my hand now, Zachary?” Chris asked, flipping him the bird.
Zach just laughed. “Come on. I’ll buy you one.”
“A latte?”
“Whatever you want. They have espresso.”
“Fine. Just this one time.”
“Of course,” Zach murmured, his face Spock blank, as he led the way into the place.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 