Ai Hua Pumpkin Spice

[Pumpkin Spice]

Ai Hua

Fanning my tongue, I glare at the steaming cup of “comfort.” Thanks to all of the hype and adoration that surrounded this drink, I had expected to find something that would make me empty my wallets. Definitely not attack me with burns. Sighing, I brush my tongue against the roof of my mouth, tasting only spicy shame and not pumpkin. “Too hot?” Looking towards the curious voice I laugh, “Yeah.” With a light chuckle, a spiky haired individual sits next to me and takes a sip of their own drink. All while staring out the window towards the cars in the parking lot getting pounded with rain. Their demeanor is practically bleeding mischief and amusement, from the way they fiddled with their silver eyebrow piercing to the sly grin on their face. Like they were laughing at everything and nothing all at once. “So ya come here often or…” They rest their head on the back of their hand, cheek squishing slightly, forming a pout with their lips. I shake my head, curious about this denim and pin wearing person with fire dancing in their eyes. But cautious nonetheless. Shrugging, the denim-wearer leaves my side. A warmth I didn’t know I had, leaving me to chill. With a simple wink, they leave the shop walking straight into the downpour. Offering a slight wave that went unseen, I turned my attention back to the pumpkin spice latte in my hand. Hoping for some heat on this rainy day. However this time when I take a sip, it’s ice cold.