Flat White

Jaime only knows her as, “Flat white; sub heavy whipping cream; two extra ristretto shots.” She always comes to Winterfell Coffee during the slowest parts of the day, so there’s never been a real need to ask for her name. Flat White is tall, strong and imposing; Jaime wonders, when he’s utterly bored, if the drink was named after her.

“I’m honestly in awe of her ability to drink it,” Jaime tells Arya while they're closing up one night. “As far as constitution, the woman’s all muscles. All of them. Every muscle is more muscles. I think her breasts might be muscles,” and Jaime absolutely isn’t staring off into space. There’s simply an intriguing stone in the wall that’s caught his attention. Jaime wouldn’t daydream about getting pinned in place like a Naathian butterfly.