[ WP ] You find a funky pair of sunglasses at a coffee shop and decide to try them on , when you notice texting floating around each person you look at . It seems to reveal their dating info : relationship status , age , interests , TV shows , foods , etc . A cute guy/girl sits down next to you .

The day had been going as slow as it possibly could before time would come to a halt. For the third time in a row, she had pressed the'cleaning program' button instead of the'double espresso' one, ruining a freshly ground batch of coffee beans again.'Right, Jenny,' said her supervisor, mrs. Reed peering over her shoulder like a personal space invader.'Maybe you go clean the display windows if you're so keen on cleaning: even you can hardly screw that up.' 
 
 With an audible exhalation, Jenny threw down her coffee-stained tea towel, grabbed the glass cleaner and walked around the counter to expiate her shift. As she bent over to start cleaning the filthy-greasy-finger-stained glass surface, she noticed someone had left their sunglasses on the ledge. Throwing a semi-inconspicuous look around, she bent her knees, closed her fingers around the accessoire and slid it into her pocket.'The fuck are you doing, Jen?' mrs. Reed called over.'Cleaning the stupid display like you said,' she replied in a grumpy mumble. 
 
 As Reed turned her back, Jenny got hold of the glasses, turned her back on her supervisor and had a look at the glasses. They were n't sunglasses; they were regular glasses. They looked a bit spacey, hip, but the glass was clear. She polished them with her rag and looked through them. 
 
 Funny; she could see fine through them. They did n't look like glasses for half-blind people at all. Half-amused, she put them on and carried on cleaning. Her reflection looked semi-attractive, she thought, and she was very close to having fun, when the door opened. She looked up and back, and noticed something was off. The bloke coming in looked normal all right: beanie hat, styled moustache, leather shoulder bag, skinny jeans: a normal coffee shop visitor. But he had an aura of... of tiny writing. She leaned in.'27' it said, and'Archer', and.. ha, this could earn her a tip. 
 
'A black, organic filter coffee to go, I assume?' she said. Not having noticed her before, he looked startled. 
 
'eh, yea... thanks.' he said. She winked, feeling quite clever, and went around the counter to make him one, highly aware of Reed's piercing look. 
 
'Three twenty please,' she grinned. He gave her five and to keep the change. Jenny wiggled her eyebrows at her staggered supervisor and went on to clean the shop. A few more customers dropped in, and she was ever more cheerful. 
 
 Once again, the door opened.'Jenny!' a sparkling voice acclaimed. Sophie! Her heart jumped. Jenny turned around so fast her head spun even after she had arrived in the intended position. 
 
'What may it be, my noble beauty?' she asked in the smokiest voice she could conjure up, eyeing the girl by the door over her glasses. She lifted her chin to see through the glasses and come up with Sophie's favourite drink. She had to admit with shame that she did n't know this, although they had been dating for over a month. 
 
 Wait. 
 
 
'Are you okay, Jenny? I'd love a cappuccino, regular milk, loads of foam, no cocoa and... what are you staring at, babe?' 
 
 Jenny scanned the tiny writing that surrounded the bubbly, flirty girl with her silvery blonde bob, her enormous green eyes and her pink fluffy sweater. 
 
'Age: 23 
 Interests: musical theatre, cocktail nights, interior design, art galleries 
 Drinks: Cosmopolitan, Cappuccino ( regular milk, loads of foam, no cocoa, sweetener ), raspberry lemonade 
 Sexual orientation: straight' 
 
 Jenny dropped her window cleaner, shattering it over the floor of the small store.'WHAT?' she exclaimed. 
 
 -'A cappuccino, please, honey, regular mi-' 
 
'You're STRAIGHT?' 
 
 -'eh, what the hell are you talking about? You know I'm bi...' 
 
'We've been dating for over a month, you obnoxious cow!' 
 
 -'I actually only came here for a cappuccino, and...' 
 
'Get your stupid cappuccino elsewhere, queerbaiting homophobic shitface!' Jenny barked. 
 
 Sophie exited the coffee shop the reverse way she came in, keeping her eye on Jenny, who was kicking the window cleaner around the shop now. 
 
 Mrs. Reed scraped her throat. 
 
 Jenny looked up, her hair sticking out of her ponytail in an electric manner, sweat pearling on her temples.'WHAT' 
 
'I really can not keep you in a job like this, Jenny, you know that. Consider this your last warning. Please go home now and take care of your... temper. See you tomorrow.' 
 
'Fine.' Jenny undid her apron and began to collect her things from behind the counter. As she was about to leave, Mrs. Reed spoke up again. 
 
'Oh, and Jenny?' 
 
'Yes?' 
 
'These glasses are a hoax. I got them from my sister, as a joke. You will notice the letters are too small to actually read.' 
 
 Jenny lifted the glasses up to her eyes, to notice Mrs. Reed was not bullshitting her. Nothing was legible.'yeah..' 
 
'Yeah. Get some sleep.' 
 
 
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 ( I'm trying to improve as a writer so I am grateful for constructive feedback at all times! Oh and English is my third language, so by all means, if I've made stupid mistakes using words wrong, please tell me. Thank you! ) 

