He didn’t even like coffee. Once he had moved to a cheap apartment next to the college he was applying too, there was a starbucks right next to it, and Mable used it to her greatest advantage and made Dipper her personal coffee delivery. And he did it. But when he went into to get her lattee. You, were waiting at the counter, chewing gum and looking judgmental, but holy hell.

Dipper was stumbling over his words, making a fool out of himself. You were so beautiful, and had such a mean gaze that it made his knees buckle. Maybe he had thing for…. well, whatever— anyway,

The point was, he found himself coming back again. Even when Mable didn’t ask, just to see you.

He’s now considered an average.

“Hi.” He squeaked. Freak. Did his voice just crack? Carry on. “Same thing, please.” He chuckled nervously.