We are the Coffee with DrinkMature

Two contrasting sisters go on a "catch up" date.


          Marianne Smith sat on a hard wooden bench in a vintage coffee shop, twirling a silver, delicate teaspoon around her fingers. Taking a sip of her nearly empty mug of black coffee (no sugar), she waited for her twin sister, Lacy. Irritably, Marianne checked the time for what seemed like the tenth time on her Gold Rolex watch.  Judging by Marianne’s dismayed scowl, she had been waiting for a long time.

                “Nine minutes and thirty-three seconds late,” Marianne grouched to nobody in particular.

            In recent years, after the fight with Lacy and her parents, Marianne’s life had become as bitter and dark as the coffee she drank. She only agreed to this “coffee date” in the first place to get Lacy off her spine. Then the wench had the indecency to be late! Did she have any consideration whatsoever? Did Lacy not realize that, unlike herself, she was a successful owner of an animal testing corporation and didn’t waste her time doing pointless things like “catching up.” Catching up, Marianne emphasized the words venomously in her head. All it is, is an appalling waste of precious time. Marianne had to reschedule an appointment with the CEO of her competing company because this “catch up date” and her sister hadn’t even bothered to show up.

Marianne’s anger kept bubbling inside her as she continued to wait for her sister. Finally, when her watch told her that Lacy was exactly fifteen minutes late, Marianne, seething, stormed up from her seat and headed briskly towards the exit. Upon reaching the door, Marianne reached for the wooden handle, but the door swung open before she could reach it. There stood Lacy.

“I was just leaving,” Marianne said coldly.

“I’m so sorry, Marianne!” she exclaimed.  “Please,” she begged, “just give me a chance to explain.”

“Humor me.”

Lacy rushed over to the nearest empty table, her red windblown curls bouncing behind her. Marianne had no choice but to follow her.

“Well?” Marianne questioned, taking a seat, again.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Lacy began, “My boss is a complete jerk. She made me work overtime even after I told her I couldn’t. You know what assholes bosses can be, right?”

“I wouldn’t know; I’ve never had one,” Marianne alleged steely.

A waiter approached, saving Lacy the embarrassment of rebounding.

“Hello, ladies. May I take your order?”

Marianne ignored him and continued to stare at Lacy with a glare so penetrating that a Basilisk would be envious. Lacy, on the other hand, smiled brilliantly at the young man, showing an array of perfect pearl white teeth.

“Yes please! I would like a French vanilla blonde roast with three shots of hazelnut syrup and two creams,” she chirped brightly.

“Coffee?  That’s more like a mug of diabetes,” Marianne barked. 

Ignoring Marianne, Lacy added, “And whip cream.”

“Anything for you, miss?” the waiter asked, looking at Marianne hesitantly.

Not looking up, Marianne ordered herself another dark roast black coffee.

“So,” Lacy started, breaking the silence, “how’ve you been, Sis? It’s been years since we’ve last talked.”

“Fine. I canceled an important meeting for you.” Marianne paused before adding, “and don’t ever call me ‘sis’, again.”

“Where do you work, again?” Lacy questioned politely.

“I own the animal testing company on Third Avenue,” Marianne said proudly, emphasizing the word own.

Lacy nodded meekly. How could she forget?

Silence enveloped them once again when Marianne failed to a) elaborate on her job and life; and b) inquire about Lacy’s. The minutes dragged by until the waiter finally approached them with their coffees.

“Thank you,” Lacy said smiling. Marianne said nothing, but instead took a sip.

 “I don’t get how you drink that stuff,” Lacy said gesturing to Marianne’s black coffee.

“I don’t get how you drink that,” Marianne retorted back disgusted at all the sugary liquid in Lacy’s teacup.

“It’s like a cup of Christmas,” Lacy said smiling, “you do like Christmas don’t you?”

Marianne shook her head.

“Don’t lie, Marianne, you use to love it when we were kids.”

“I’m not a child any more, Lacy.”

“Well, you’ve certainly been acting like one,” Lacy retorted.

“If all you came here for was to insult my taste in beverages and holidays, I will take my leave,” Marianne said coolly and she began to rise. Lacy grabbed her arm,

“No, don’t go, not yet. I’m sorry, Marianne. I didn’t mean to bring up the past. We’ve barely had a chance to catch up.”

“No, Lacy, you’ve said quite enough already.”

Without a second glance at Lacy’s crestfallen expression, Marianne turned and headed towards the exit.





The End

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