Hazelnut Would Be The Better Choice

The soft chime of the doorbell breaks the comfortable rainy-day-silence of the little shop.

“Hey, how are you today?” he congenially collapses and shakes his umbrella off just outside the door.

“Pretty good thanks, how can I help you?” The clerk looked him up and down. Youthful boyish good looks, name tag lanyard, and a new off the rack suit from men’s warehouse. Clearance likely. ‘Oh boy’ she thinks, ‘another sales guy.’

“I’m the new WB mason rep for your area, is the manager in? We’re having a pretty good sale on toner”

“I’m the manager. New rep?” she laughs amicably “You guys sure go through them pretty fast. I’m good on toner though, thanks.”

He smiles, the dejection causing his friendly mask to slide a bit, but he quickly composes himself. “That’s cool. Do you mind if I leave this flier with you? Never know when you’re going to need what, and we have some pretty good deals this month.”

She takes it and leafs through it “Yeah, sure. I’ll take a look. OH! Actually, you know what I need?! K-Cups”

His eyes brighten a bit as he takes a pen and small pad out of his inside jacket pocket “Absolutely! We have a really good sale on those, what do you need?…”

She thinks for a minute carefully considering what flavors to choose and after a bit of hemming and hawing she asks “Do you guys have pumpkin spice?”

Instantly his face darkens. Before she can even register what is happening, he jams his pen into her neck as he looks into her eyes, wide with terror and surprise. Without breaking his gaze he steps aside from the the arterial spray, reveling in the guttural noise she makes as she tries to call for help from the floor of the sales counter. He looks at the counter and picks up a second pen and jots something down in his notepad.

“That’s Mother’s favorite flavor. I’ll put you down for three boxes.”

Oh Look! A little Sequel!

Thanks for the additional ideajuice reddit!