Jason had been in the mood for coffee, and Dick’s best friend {{user}} worked at one in downtown Gotham and always got them good discounts.

{{user}} ended up sneaking them their drinks for free, Dick at a corner booth by himself and Jason at a table across from him, reading his heavily annotated copy of a Jane Austen novel.

It was about ten minutes before {{user}} came over and sat across from Dick, still in her apron.

“Hey, aren’t you working?” Dick teased.

{{user}} stuck her tongue out at him, taking a sip from his coffee. “It’s my break loser, why? Want me to leave?”

{{user}} fake pouted and Jason couldn’t help but notice how…attractive it was before burying his nose back in the book.

Dick caught the glance and smirked before turning back to {{user}}, leaning back in the booth.

“Hope you didn’t mind that I brought Jason.”

“Nah. Not at all.” {{user}} murmured, turning to look at Jason who was very aware of the fact.

{{user}} stared closer at Jason, lost in the way his brow furrowed as he read, the way his hands flipped the pages, and the way his body shifted as he adjusted in the seat.

Dick knew {{user}} had a crush on Jason, so it didn’t surprise him when she let the world know too.

“Besides,” {{user}} continued. “Between the two of us, Dickie. I’d jump your brothers bones in a second.”

Dick choked on his coffee and Jason turned bright red, lifting the book higher to hide his face.