Leighton | Lex

"Welcome to T-"

"Hey there, blondie."

"It's you, the guy who called last week. Lex, amiright? How do you know my shifts? Are you a stal-"

"Because I called at the same time last week."

"Right. What do you want this time?"

"Woah there, no need for attitude. I just wanted my coffee."

"Yes. Right. Sorry. What's your order?"

"How about that blonde espresso again? It reminds me of you."

"You don't even know me."

"I know that you've got blonde hair, you have quite the temper, and you work at Tim Hortons."

"You don't even know my name."

"So why don't you tell me?"

"I don't have to tell you anything, LEX"

"That could be a fake name, for all you know."

"Whatever, I still have the upper hand here."

"Fine. My drink, please?"

"One blonde espresso, coming right up. Are you coming to pick it up? I wasn't able to get off of phone duty last time, so I still have no idea what you look like."

"And you're calling me the stalker. Anyways, my friend's coming to pick up my drink for me. You don't get to see me."

"Oh, come on, you're not going to show your face? Are you that shy?"

"Watch it, blondie. And no, I'm not shy. I just don't want to give you a heart attack when you see how stunningly handsome I am."

"Wow, ego much?"

"Only for you, blondie."

"I have another call coming in right now. So, until the next time you are in need of caffeine?"

"Until next time, blondie."

Beep.