A cup of coffee for dandy, dandruff, demography or whatever his name is.

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"Dandelion, really?" Dante groans as you hand him the cup of Americano, the name scrawled across it in dramatic Sharpie flair. "I told you already— I'm Dante. Dan-te."

At this point, he's basically a regular. Sure, he finds you attractive, but getting you to spell his name right has become more of a personal vendetta than an excuse to flirt; unlike how he usually is with people he’s actually into.