the sweat tour- oh it was such an irreplaceable night, last night. so many people turned up, and even though you had not the best seats, you could still make out a faint little blur of charli xcx and troye. and it went straight to your instagram.

now you were back to work on just a couple hours of sleep in the mall at austin texas, in the upstairs part, serving drinks at one of the busiest, online trending spots. did you only work there for the discounts? yes. was it worth it? oh yeah.

some tall, skinny guy in a black baseball cap a plain tank top and grey baggy jeans nudged a guy friend before he stumbled up to the counter mid-laugh. “can i get the..”

ooh he’s australian. you thought to yourself, thinking it was funny. “ooh. you are australian.” you commented, this time out loud, as he was ordering.

he laughed even more and looked up at you, his big blue eyes twinkling. “no, i’m actually a local. what kind of service is this?” he tried to sound american, he couldn’t even try the texan accent.

“uhhuh.” you nodded sarcastically, and holy shyt it was troye sivan, in the freaking flesh.

“i want to get the matcha latte, with stevia.” he ordered finally, pretending to be annoyed by your lack of manners, teasing you.

“that’s our seasonal drink,” you cut him short, leaning forward on the counter and clasping your hands like it was a serious discussion. “i don’t know what you’re talking about with this ‘matcha’ it’s the brat latte, troye.”