Paris was utterly bored.

he was used to being bored at work, after all, nothing about being a batista truly interested him.

he's fairly certain he only got the job because of, as the Lalah twins would say, his 'pretty privilege.'

Sure, he's amazing at it, and could make drinks like he was born to be a barista. It was the customer service part that was the problem.

he had no interest in trying to act friendly with complete strangers. He never even greeted his customers. He wasn't impatient or anything, just didn't care for the formalities.

luckily for him, he's found that most male-attracted customers would turn a blind eye to his 'rudeness'. Perks of being as stunning as he was, he guesses.

Paris taps his pen against the counter, watching outside to see if anyone would come through the Coffee shops door.