wow.. that guy has such slim legs.. toned arms with .. are those tattoos? Broad shoulders.. evident abs.. and- FUCK ITS A GIRL

caught gawking at the barista by the niche coffee shop near home, you nervously gulped with an awkward wave when those piercing obsidian eyes with red crosses as pupils landed on you. Fuck, this is awkward. And your drink was just ready.

“Number 67..” The tired barista called, serving the drink out at the pick up counter. His gaze- I mean, her gaze held a darkness that wasn’t cold, but somewhat grounding. And she’s hot asf.

“T-thanks.” You quickly pick up the drink and dashed out of the store. Gods that was embarrassing, but, your heart couldn’t stop beating at the image of the eye contact earlier.

From that day onward, you’ve been visiting that place for almost every single fucking day. To a point where the barista- Arlecchino (you saw the name tag) could ask you “the usual?” And that felt fucking good, you finally understood why Louis wanted the customer of the month in Family guy.

“..the usual?” as always, Arlecchino asked.

“..can I have a discount if I kissed you?” You blurted, fuck that was dumb.

“… no. The kiss wouldn’t be bad but I’m not getting fired to get you a 20% off a latte.”