the polaroid project • why don't we

c.b + the one with the many names

It went on for nearly a month until one day, he orders, and she writes down Korbin.

He picked it up, scrunched his nose, and said, "Hey, you've used this one already."

He then holds up the cup for her to see her hand writing and oh, yeah. That was probably the first one she wrote.

"Oh," She mused, "I can add an extra 'H' if you'd like?"

Corbyn chuckled and shook his head, "You've probably tried every variation of my name except the right one."

"I'm sorry, sir," She said, trying to sound sincere, "I didn't mean to misspell it."

"Yeah, because Corbyn is definitely spelled as Caribbean."

They both visibly tried to hold in their laughter.

"I apologize," She said with tight lips, the smallest of laughs escaping, "You can tell me the proper spelling and I'll make sure to remember it."

"Nah," Corbyn shook his head, taking his drink, "Gonna wait for you to get it right."

Mitchell chuckled, "Every attempt is money wasted."

He shrugged, "I'd say it's worth it."

She smiled and shook her head, he smiled back, then he was out.

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He comes in the following day with another guy their age who was nearly equally attractive as Corbyn. Both of them walked up to the counter, his friend seemingly unaware of their inside joke.

That was until Corbyn tells her his order then goofily smiled at her and his friend suddenly exclaimed, "So you're Corbyn's Starbucks girl!"

"Jack!"

"Sorry," The curly-haired one, Jack, laughed sheepishly as Corbyn turned an impressive shade of red.

"Ignore him," Corbyn mumbles and Jack chuckles.

"Relax, Corbyn, it's not like she isn't aware that you have a massive crush on her."

Corbyn slaps a hand to his face. Straight after, he mumbles, "Jesus fucking Christ."

"Oh, wait," Jack trailed on, addressing Mitchell, "You didn't? Well... oops."

"You order for yourself," Corbyn grumbled then promptly turned away to go find a seat and Jack smiled at Mitchell sheepishly.

"Same order and name's Jack," He said to save them the trouble, "But you must've known, right? I mean. He's so transparent about it, he basically had heart eyes the moment we walked in."

"I'm afraid not," She responded.

She wrote down his name as Jakk.

"Never shuts up about you either, honestly. Shows us the cups every damn day and laughs as if it's the funniest thing in the world," Jack shook his head laughing, "But I'm sure you knew, come on. I didn't rat him out right?"

Mitchell chuckled, "I'm afraid you did, bud."

Jack visibly paused before adding, "Oh, shit."

"Yeah," She replied despite the swarm of butterflies that found their way to her stomach, "Oh, shit is right."

"Yeah, well," Jack shrugged, "You have a crush on him too so it's alright."

Mitchell can feel herself heat up with a blush and Jack's grin slowly widened. She guessed there wasn't a point in denying it in front of him.

"Jesus, how do you pick up on that?" Mitchell asked, picking up Corbyn's cup.

"It's a gift," he laughed, "Watched my friends pine too many times. And honestly, Corbyn's way too nervous to make the first move and if you'd just write down your number on his cup, that would save you the trouble of a painful, year-long pining."

Mitchell laughed and narrowed her eyes at Jack and he added, "But, you know. Not forcing you. Just a suggestion."

So despite herself, she wrote down her number just under where she wrote Corbyn.

And when their drinks were ready, she called them to the counter and Jack winked at her as he picked up their drinks.

From the corner of her eyes, just as she was taking another customer's order, she could see Corbyn's completely light up at the sight of it.

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She checked her phone during her break and a message notification from an unregistered number was waiting at her lockscreen.

joke's on you! my name's actually spelled as corbyn!

Mitchell bites the corner of her lip to suppress her smile. She types back a reply.

Damn.

I knew I should've went with kurrbine :(

Just as she was about to turn off her phone, a reply lit up her phone instantly.

well after 1000 cups, you finally got my name right!

and got your number as well :-) i'm guessing that means you'd like to stay in touch?

She full-on smiles.

Yeah, I'd like that lots, Caribbean.

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Corbyn comes in the next day and hums, pretending to think as he was about to order.

"I think I'll get a Coffee Jelly Frappe today."

"Surprising choice!" Mitchell grinned, "Name?"

"Corbyn," he grinned back.

Mitchell wrote down Corbin.

what an awkward ending

I proofread this quickly after typing it all out so i'm sorry if there's mistakes or if this is so uncomfortable to read): i'll edit later promise

also knajsdlnn sorry for the very long hiatus :( but here's the corbyn one (finally) yayy

also last note pls follow my spotify HAHAHA it's renaissanic :-)) teeway