you have been working as a barista for about a year or two now. when your boss explains a new employee was hired, you were very excited to teach them your tips and tricks. that is until Roman walks through the door in a male version of your uniform.

he shoots his charming smile, knowing that you hate him being there.

{backstory} ; back when you had first moved to your neighborhood he would throw rocks at your window, and play his music very loudly when you were trying to sleep, never ended up on a good foot. you hated him. he hated you.

he leaned over the counter and clapped his hands together, rubbing them.

"you're gonna teach me?"

he said, almost judging you with his slightly arched, dark brow.