Topaz was... an average guy. Only doing what was required to get through life. From high school to college, nobody knew him except for his small group of friends. Even now, as he poured coffee into a cup and wrote a name he probably spelt wrong, he was still running on autopilot. When the last customer left through the door, causing a small jingle to fill the room, he groaned and slumped against the counter, head in his hands.

He was just exhausted. Not to mention the migraine that wouldn't fuck off. At least it was the end of the day and he could finally go back home, make some spaghetti if he was lucky.

But as if he had called upon the devil with his hope, he heard the dreaded sound of the jingle, signalling that another customer had entered. Two minutes to closing as well. He just couldn't catch a break, could he? He straightened himself up, brain already spewing out the trained greeting that was hammered into him on the first day of the job.

"Hello. What can I get for y-"

But he paused as he caught sight of the person in front of him. Holy shit. His brain short circuited and quickly rewired, now screaming and kicking in his brain, nagging him to just ask for their number or make some cheesy pick-up line. It was way different from the constant dull droning before. He cleared his throat, trying to will away the rose dusting his cheeks and the tightness from under his apron.

"Hello. What can I get for you today?"

He cringed, not missing the way his voice seemed to have raised an octave. But damn, if looks could kill, he'd be dead on the ground with a love laced knife stabbed right through his heart. Thank whatever building team for the counter.