(𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) it was a rainy day, perfect for your beloved oat milk matcha latte. you entered the small coffee shop, earbuds on and book in hand. you make your order and wait to pick it up. in the meantime, you notice a guy with messy hair, tattoos and dark sunglasses– who happens to be picking your order and compelled ruining it with spoonfuls of sugar, unaware.

you hold a laugh and walk to him, you tap his arm. “i’m y/n.” you introduce when he looks at you, he frowns lightly at your sudden interaction. “the girl whose drink you’re oversweetening into oblivion.”

he stopped immediately and checked the name written down with sharpie. it definitely didn’t say damiano on it. he smiles at you, embarrassed. “i didn’t check. i’m sorry.”

“it’s alright.” you grab the other vase the barista leaves on the counter, it was his order. “a double espresso? really?” you tease, taking a small sip from his drink– he ruined yours anyway, and yes it was too much caffeine for you.