She took a seat in the booth next to the window, taking in the lovely scent of coffee beans as the handsome cashier smiled at her in recognition. She returned the favor, before he turned away to take an order.
The front door of the coffee shop swung open as a familiar young man wearing a black leather jacket looked in her general direction, a brief scowl on his face as he walked closer towards her booth. He ran his fingers through his sandy hair, a gesture that she'd learned meant that he was either tired, frustrated, or hesitant. Maybe all three.
He took the seat opposite of her, eyes more grey than they usually were. She took note of it, assuming it was probably another one of the subtle signs that he was distressed.
"You're late," she scolded, although that was not true in the slightest and she had arrived literally a minute before he did.
Winston scoffed, running his fingers through his hair again, making her realize how messy it was, "I'm ten minutes early. Aren't you proud of me?"
"Proud that you did something right for once in your life?"
He scowled, an expression that said 'shut up', although he didn't have the nerve to actually say it aloud. Not to her, at least. She would never forgive him if he did.
Ravenna rose from her seat as he reached into his pocket. "No need," she cut in, "I'll pay for it."
Winston stared at her like she'd grown three heads simultaneously, "You sure? Are you actually serious?"
She sniggered, "Why wouldn't I be?"
Winston shrugged, "I don't know. You're not exactly society's definition of 'generous'. Heck, you aren't even my definition of 'normal'."
"One more word and you'll be paying for everything."
He groaned, before placing his hands into the pocket of his jacket.
By the time she got back with a latte in one hand and a cappuccino in the other, Winston was staring intensely at the table.
She sat down opposite of him and handed him his latte, "What the heck are you doing?"
His gaze shifted to the latte before him, "Waiting for you, what else?"
She swatted her hand in dismissal, "You know what? Whatever. I don't like arguing over a paid cup of coffee. Just shut up. Oh, and you're welcome."
Winston frowned at her, "Dude. You wanted to come here to talk. And now you tell me to shut up? What the hell, Ravenna?!"
She grasped her cappuccino and took a hot sip from it before grimacing slightly from the heat. "Look, we're here to discuss about how the plan is unfolding so far. Not argue about something stupid. Come on, fill me in."
Winston also took a sip from his coffee, before releasing a heavy sigh, "Alright, so it may not exactly have been as you ordered, but don't be upset. I couldn't really assist Griffin with the seduction, mainly because...you know. I kinda have a tainted reputation, don't I? Brute, animal.... What else do they call me? Sheldon's pet?"
Ravenna nodded, "Go on."
"So, anyway," Winston paused to take a sip from his latte, which made her twitch with annoyance, "Griffin's doing his thing, as you'd asked."
He scowled and glared at her, "Yeah, so anyway..." His mocking tone made her want to punch him. "It seems to be going well, but I don't think he likes it. But you probably aren't interested in his opinion, so there's that. The plan's unfolding like you wanted it to. Happy now?"
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The Red Ribbon: The PrequelTeen Fiction
[Prequel to "The Screams of Silence", COMING SOON] [COMPLETED] It's the beginning of a new school year as elite junior Ravenna Griselda continues her reign of terror over the student body after the infamously traumatizing events of sophomore year. T...