Coffee Shop AU

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COFFEE SHOP

An absolute staple. No matter what side of the counter you're on, the coffee shop is the absolute center of your life. Whether you're a barista, or just camped out in the corner with the good outlet while you write your novel. Perhaps you just really want to tell the cute person behind the counter that you've loved them since they gave you that coffee six months ago. Or you're overwhelmed with orders and nothing is going right. For good or bad, everyone needs their caffiene. ♨ Post a top level with your character and canon. Include any preferences you may have. If you're feeling bold, write a starter! ♨ Tag around, make your own world. ♨ Please mark any potentially triggering content

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[criesoncue]

She actually gave that one some consideration, "You know, I'd actually believe it coming from you and not from Stan." She cocked her head towards one of the small tables near the front window and the gentleman sitting there with the newspaper, maybe the same age as Angie's oldest brother, "He hasn't tried that one recently though, tried it the first couple times he was in here."

She shrugged one shoulder, "Not sure what story he's going with these days he's usually in earlier than my shift starts."

[shieldingfoundation]

"Stan?" She's quick to ask, head poking up from stirring the spoon inside her mug to glance over her shoulder at the gentleman in reference. The man doesn't look familiar, as far as she's concerned, but that isn't much to go on. The fact he's open and honest about being an agent points to it being nothing she actually has to concern herself with.

Unless of course that's exactly why he acknowledges he's an agent? Ultimate cover story hiding in plain sight.

Nonsense, that's outrageous.

With a shrug and wrinkle of her nose, Peggy turns her attention back to Angie and the coffee. "While I'm glad you'd trust me rather than the gentleman who clearly lacks the finesse it takes to be an agent, I am a little hurt you don't believe me." Peggy frowns a moment before bringing the mug to her lips to take a sip. "What is it you think brought me here, then?" She asks from around the rim of the mug, entirely curious what grand story Angie might have concocted up.

[criesoncue]

"Excuse me?" She planted her hands on her hips, trying not to laugh, "I said I believe you more than I believe him, which means I believe you at least a little bit."

She shrugged then, relaxing once more, "And besides, you at least came up with some kind of background unlike Mr. Agent over there." Really he was nice enough, quiet, always left a tip, didn't try to get anyone's number, and she didn't mind having him there even with his odd choice of job description.

Her smile had returned, "So either you've just got a good attention to detail, or you're telling the truth and probably hoping I won't believe it."

[shieldingfoundation]

"A little bit?" She manages to keep from laughing and instead goes serious. It's likely all for the better that Angie doesn't completely believe her. But, if Angie ever finds herself doing so fully, Peggy can say she at least was honest, now. "Well then, by all means, please accept my apologizes." Scooting closer to the counter before taking a stab at the pie she watches Angie curiously.

"Considering you believe me a little, what's keeping you from believing me entirely?" She presses, shoving the slice of pie into her mouth and talking around it. She's starving, alright. Manners be damned. "You don't strike me as the type to believe only men can be agents or spies."

[criesoncue]

"Oh lord no." She replied, shaking her head and looking mildly affronted that Peggy might think something like that of her, "We're better at it, generally speaking, I know about the whole thing with the Girl Guides."

She waved a hand in front of her face to brush that away, instead just answering the question, "And it's the fact that you're actually telling me, I always thought that kind of thing was supposed to be super hush-hush, need-to-know basis kind of thing."