the whipcream parlor

Not only was Billy Kaplan mortified at becoming so tongue-tied facing the new employee at his campus Coffee Hut, that he could barely order his mocha frap (such a girly drink, kaplan!), but when he had to hand his wrinkled bills and coins to the blond haired young man, he promptly dropped the change noisily onto the floor. Groaning, he bent to pick them up, and was glad the counter blocked his bright red embarrassment from view. However, he felt a body next to his, and a gleaming name tag on that perfect new barrista told him that ‘Teddy’ was currently bent next to him and retrieving his tarnished nickle from under a mug display.