/has someone already done this? gosh, Cheno and this song is...awesome. and funny! :)

oh, and warning: my sasukes are…a bit ooc. i try, but he's not as cold as i'd want him to be. BOO./

disclaimer: i am just a poor scholarship student with no monies to buy kishimoto out of naruto, or the number of sharingan-eyed kiddies that canon sasusaku have made would be too many to count by now.

Sasuke the Latte Boy

There's a boy who works at Starbucks

Who is very inspirational.

He is very inspirational because of many things.

If Naruto was to ramen, Sakura was to coffee.

The amount of coffee that regular medical students were compelled to inhale was insane; it was teetering on the edge of unhealthy that it was hypocritical already. And since Sakura was an intelligent, and more fastidiously so than regular medical students, she consumed more. Especially that day—she was already on the line for her second double latte, (never mind the idiots who said it wasn't true coffee, I like it, it works for me, get the hell out of my personal space, her mind snarled) and it was just freaking eight eleven in the morning.

She's only had an hour of sleep because of a paper relating human gene mutations to diseases and a practical exam about every muscle in the human body. Her head pounded and to top it off, the line in the Starbucks nearest her med school was freakishly long, that's why she decided to go to this other Starbucks located at the other end of the street. Why oh why did I decide to become a doctor again? And where's my f—king coffee?

Haruno Sakura was not in the best of moods.

And added to that, when she came to the head of the line, the nicer!cashier was replaced by a grumpy boy who looked generally angry and aggravated at the world.

(never mind that he was one of the hottest male specimens her medical eye had ever encountered. and yes that was just her medical eye noting that not, her physical eye! lamest alibi to the increased pounding of her heart. that just increased the pounding in her head, too. ah, hell.)

She raised her eyebrows when he just grunted at her, no greeting whatsoever.

(but oh, the actions do fit his stereotype: sexy, mysterious and frustrated. the inner sakura that has been quiet for days now, well when she finished marathon-ing True Blood anyway, drooled.)

Taking a deep breath she said, "venti double latte."

He raised his own eyebrow, and Sakura was once more hit with the accusations of latte is not coffee! latte is not coffee!, her head literally being bombarded by maces, hammers and numerous arsenals of whatnot that Tenten obsessed over, just because of that one look.

"Fine, add a shot of espresso." She couldn't help but snap at him.

Again, he just raised a brow

(how does he do that without looking gay?)

and rang her order.

"Name?"

Ah, he speaks.

"Sakura."

Without another word he went to prepare her order.

She rolled her eyes upwards.

Then she caught her reflection and groaned—she was looking as haggard as a walrus left in the desert without food and water for weeks. And she sucked at similes.

(cutefrustrated!guy saw her haggard! ! ! ! ino is so going to have a field day when she hears this.)

Her whole countenance sagged. The heavens were conspiring against her.