Here is a thread dedicated to Annika fics centered about Annika's short-lived relationship with Sam's (one of the more known OCs who is having a fanroute being made and one and only jew-waifu) hippie brother Sunshine after a suggestion from someone on Discord.
Annika’s Date at the Coffee Shop
Annika stood by the entrance of her favorite coffee shop. It was a relatively safe place to go on a date as it was one of the places she was comfortable speaking at and would give her a good first impression probably and less likely of a chance to break out the tablet. She met this guy a few months ago, over Etsy, not a dating site, but that one online craft show basically. He bought one of her granny square afghans she put a lot of time into making and wrote a good review and messaged her noticing she was near where he lived. He used Etsy as a way to sell his wooden walking sticks that were hand carved as well as his polished healing crystals. She wasn’t quite sure if the crystals were truly healing or not being the rational scientist deep down, but they were sure pretty.
All of his photos he used of the walking sticks were all in woodsy areas and it accentuated their beauty as if they were made by woodland elves or something. She hoped that he would recognize her. One time she dated this guy who got scared of the fact she was towering over everyone and said he got catfished. That sure didn’t help her confidence, but then again, she neglected to even tell the guy how tall she really was and how she was either taller or just as tall as most men on average.
Her mother once gave her a book that was popular known as The Rules of Dating and it talked about how you are supposed to wait for the man to ask you out first and not reveal too much about yourself during the first few dates and be light and breezy. Some stuff were pretty much no-brainers like have a life outside of dating, keep yourself busy, and don’t come off as desperate, but some like if you are dating online, stop replying after four replies if there is no date set up is a little too much.
All it did was neglect to tell them that she was a honking giantess which could have saved her from so much trouble. Also, some men were also turned off by her tablet usage since she failed to mention she uses a tablet to communicate sometimes and all it did was get her treated like some untouchable retard by them. She wasted so much time on dates with men that didn’t accept her rather than focusing on the ones that potentially did. Basically, she was going to pretty much screw the rules this time and see where it gets her.
“Uh, are you Annika?” someone asked. She told the guy on Etsy she was meeting for coffee that she was the unusually tall blonde lady with glasses and it seemed to work. She turned to face him. He was a scruffy man with long dark hair that smelled… earthy to put it lightly. He wore clothes that had the musty scent of a thrift store and were loose fitting with a few small holes in the pants. She felt way too overdressed. This wasn’t even really a date, she was just meeting a guy she found on an online crafting site.
“Me? Ummmm… yes, it is Annika.” Annika responded. Trying to mentally prepare herself to expect him to be here helped her with not clamming up. “You are… Sunshine? Is it okay if I call you that?”
“Yeah… nobody calls me by my real name.” he replied.
“Sooooooo… do you want to get some coffee or something?” asked Annika
“uhhhh… sure man, that’s what we are here for, right?” he said to her. They went up and placed their order, but just before she was like.
“Wait, are you gonna pay for me?” asked Annika noticing the extra cash he put on the counter before she could whip out her card.
“It’s no problem, don’t worry about it, I mean, it is just a latte…” he said as the cashier took the money. Annika did not feel comfortable with a man, especially one who presumably makes less than her paying for her drink so she dumped her spare change in the tip job and the barista thanked her for it.
“I just had to do it, those baristas live off of their tips after all…” said Annika.
“So, you got the coconut crème latte. Huh?”
“And you got the matcha shake. I heard the samurai used to drink matcha to keep them healthy or something.” Said Annika trying to start a conversation
“You do realize that like, those lattes have a bunch of sugar and like, no coffee right?”
“I know, I only like the taste of coffee if it has a lot of sugar in it. I go overboard with my condiments, you sound like my mother.” Annika laughed “I’m surprised I didn’t get diabetes yet, then again, I try to use stevia as a sweetener now. I don’t mind the licorice taste at all.”
“Dude, stevia is great. You can get it in bulk at the health food store you know. You really ought to buy your stuff in bulk. They will even let you use your old pillow cases. That’s what I do.” He said.
“One grande matcha shake and grande coconut crème latte!” shouted the barista. As Annika went up to get the drinks, Sunshine quickly got up in front of her and said.
“Dude, don’t worry, I got this…” he said as he quickly went up to the counter and brought the drinks to their two-seat high top table by the window. The chairs were high up enough to look at the people passing by at eye level.
“So… ummmm… how is life going? Are you selling your walking sticks well enough?” asked Annika taking a sip of her sugary sweet latte.
“Yeah, you know, I’m making a decent amount. My dad is loaded so he helps me out time and time again, but I do manage by myself. Wood carving is great and I’m making money off of it too. What about you? Are your crochet things selling?”
“Well, no, not really, but it doesn’t matter, it isn’t my main job, my main job is a school behavior analyst at the local special high school St. Dymphna’s.” Annika replied
“Shut up! My sister goes there. Is she one of your students or something?” he asked
“I cannot tell you it is confidential, anyways, how is your sex life?” she giggled wondering if he would get the reference “But no, seriously, I have so many students on my caseload most with some sort of learning or developmental disability or behavioral problem and even if I did remember I still wouldn’t tell you because that stuff is confidential.” Annika’s heart fluttered a bit hearing that he had a sister that went there. Honestly, she could not remember if she ever saw her or she was on her caseload she had so many students she saw each week, but she sort of became a bit concerned as what if rumors spread that she was actually dating him? Hopefully, she would do her best to keep her dating life separate and secret from her job.
“Oh yeah, privacy laws and all that, totally get you, but yeah uhhhhh her name is Sam, I’m not like, super close with her or anything but small world, you know?” he said taking a sip of his shake. “Seriously, man, you gotta try this shake. It is supposed to have kale, but like, trust me, you can barely taste it.”
“Okay, maybe you can try a sip of mine?” asked Annika
“Haha, okay.” He took a sip and his eyes widened “Damn, I am so not used to this much sugar, I am gonna be so hyper all day. You better not have this stuff every day.”
“No, it is only a sometimes food, I swear I just don’t like black coffee. I have always been a black sheep in my family in that regard.”
“I know what it’s like being a black sheep, I am THE black sheep, but now it’s your turn to try my shake and see how it is. It is sweet, but it is subtler.” He told her. Annika took a sip of the green shake. He was right, it was still sweet, but it was a lot lighter on the sweetness with a slight bitterness to it. It was the perfect balance. It was definitely a lot less sweet than she was used to though making it slightly underwhelming at first, but still enough to warrant another taste.
“This isn’t half bad, I’m surprised I’d like this and you are right, I can’t even taste the kale.” Said Annika “I will have to get this next time I come here.”
“Heck, I can probably make my own if I want to.” Said Sunshine with a bit of arrogance
“You can cook?” asked Annika. Though, she would probably be a bit sexist to think that he couldn’t cook.
“Uh, yeah, it is cheaper making things from scratch. I have a lot of these paleo cook books that I use.”
“You prescribe to the paleo diet? Didn’t the caveman not really live that long and farming actually, you know, helped with the life expectancy?”
“Nah… I’m not a paleo dieter, I just like sweet potatoes and they have some killer sweet potato recipes in those books man.” He laughed “I just like the taste of those paleo recipes more than anything.”
“Oh, I see…” said Annika “I mostly just get whatever I can find that is inexpensive. I am a coupon clipper big time. I haven’t tried paleo foods before, but sweet potatoes sound really good.”
“Yeah, sweet potatoes are my favorite, especially if they don’t have all of that marshmallow crap on it.”
“Yeah, I never understood why that is popular.” Annika laughed
“So, I heard you like plants?” asked Sunshine changing the subject
“Why, yes I do. My favorite plants to grow are succulents and fortunately my place has good light to grow these plants. I was thinking about using grow lights for times when I couldn’t, but my electric bills would skyrocket and people would think I am a dealer or something.” She laughed. Sunshine laughed with her even harder.
“That’s funny… I guess you can say I tried my hand at gardening a few times if you know what I mean. It is just not my specialty.”
“Well, there are a lot of plants like the ZZ plant that are very good for beginners.” said Annika
“ZZ plants isn’t my thing, I was thinking more of herbs or something.” He said
“Well, herbs are hard to grow indoors usually because many of them require light otherwise they get all stretched out and brittle.” Said Annika “My favorite herb to grow is mint to make tea, but you have to be careful if you are planting it outside as they can be invasive. I also like growing chives and basil too.”
“Heh, yeah, something like that.” said Sunshine “I just like growing plants that are functional rather than for decoration.”
“Oh, I totally get why. Don’t tell anyone but…” just then, Annika noticed what looked like two familiar faces she swore she has seen around campus. One girl had short hair and another long hair and they looked like sisters. She croaked a bit. They seemed not to see her, but if they did just imagine the scandal that would be if they saw a teacher going on a date even though she swore it wasn’t a date.
“Are you okay?” asked Sunshine as Annika was trying to say something, but all that came out were little squeaks and lip movements. Annika hurriedly pulled out her tablet and typed
“NEVERMIND, I ACTUALLY RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT IT HERE” said her tablet.
“Woah, wait, you did tell me you had selective mutism didn’t you. So is that what you use if you can’t talk. That’s cool, man.” Said Sunshine more intrigued by the device that horrified. Most men would look at it and think she was some retard or something. The two girls went and sat down after taking their orders, but Annika’s voice still didn’t come back.
“Do you like walking in the woods? Mushroom and leak season is coming up and the weather next weekend looks like it will be perfect for mushrooms. Would you like to come? Maybe afterwards you can hang out at my place. It’s a little camper van, but it is still pretty rad. I have the blanket you made me there.” He said
“MUSHROOMS AND LEEKS? I WOULD LOVE TO” Annika typed while sipping the last bit of her latte.
“Well, great, ummmm… like, here is my number so you can like call or text me anytime.” He said writing it down for her “I guess we could meet next weekend? It will be just us so you probably won’t need to worry about losing your voice. Annika smiled and nodded and wrote down her number for him.
“THANK YOU, THIS WILL BE FUN.” She typed taking the paper in her purse to add to her phone contacts later. After that, they waved goodbye and parted ways. Annika’s heart was aflutter walking back to her car. Was this even considered a date? It wasn’t even considered a dating site she met him on. Hopefully those girls will not spread rumors on her. He seemed nice, I mean, he seemed very down to earth and artsy. Yet, he was a little unconventional in some ways and it might be a little hard for some to except.
What will her parents think if she brought this guy home? Why was she even treating him like a boyfriend and imagining them getting married, it wasn’t like that or was it? Her head was spinning all confused right now about what just happened during that brief encounter. She was probably overthinking it. No, she was definitely overthinking it.
To Be Continued