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Title: Just A Coffee, Please

Rating: PG-13

Central Pairing: Zhao Yun/Jiang Wei

Summary: He would go there everyday, at the exact same time, with the exact same order- "Just a coffee, please."

Notes: If you so happen to enjoy this chapter a lot, please review, and stay as a regular reviewer. Even if nobody else does, I want you to do it, unless if you want me to feel discouraged and then discontinue this fic, as I did with my very first one.


"Oi, Wei!"

A sharp poke to the side of the younger waiter's waist was enough to pull him away from his book. Jumping from the sudden contact with another being, Jiang Wei quickly snapped it shut, nearly catching his finger between the pages as he did so, before setting it away on an empty spot in the storage cupboard. Looking up slowly, he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, giving his colleague a sheepish smile.

"Sorry Tong, I wasn't paying attention. Could you repeat what you just said?"

Ling Tong rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Nevermind, Wei. Our shift has just started, and that guy over there has been waiting for half a minute already." He nodded at a two-seated table, where a silky-haired man was waiting at, a patient smile painted across his face, "So go treat your customer like a good little waiter." Winking playfully, he reached out and ruffled the shorter man's chocolate-brown hair.

Swatting Tong's hand away, Wei glared at him. Taking a damp dishcloth, he threw it at the older man's face, sticking out his tongue when he missed. Pulling his ordering pad and pen from his pants pocket, he hurried over to the waiting customer, not forgetting to apologize for 'being so slow'.

"Are you ready to order, sir?" He asked in fake courteousness.

"Just a coffee, please." The man answered almost instantly, not bothering to look up from the green notebook in his hands.

"Um, what type of coffee, sir? Black, dark, strong, light, Latte?"

"Give me whatever's the best."

Wei frowned behind the ordering pad as he automatically wrote down the exact same words the man had told him. With a soft 'thank you', he headed quickly towards the bar, ripping the paper off and placing it lightly on the counter table, right under Tong's gaze. Giving the order a brief scan, Tong's eyes narrowed slightly as he tapped his chin, occasionally glancing at the customer, who was still staring down at the green notebook.

"I got it," He finally announced, a huge grin replacing his rarely seen serious look. "Wei, I think Mr. Moody needs an energy lift- make some extra dark coffee for him, and don't forget the extra sugar cubes!"

Wei's jaw dropped, as his eyes grew wide in horror. "T-Tong! H-he's a customer, for crying out loud! I don't think-"

"-That it's a good idea?" The taller man smirked. "Wei, that's just what you think. We don't know this guy with the green notebook, okay? All we know is that he needs to get hyper, and you are going to help him!"

Looking up from the counter table, Wei let out a frustrated groan. It was nearly six, and almost all of the customers were gone. Almost. The man with the green notebook was still at the table, his eyes fixed on his lap, his fingers tapping lightly on the coffee cup, just as he did for the past two hours, in which Wei spent to spy on him. Although his head was bowed downwards, he could still see the hint of a forest-green headband, straight nose, and dark, lidded eyes that held a great amount of masculinity. His silken hair, free of dandruff and ebony-coloured, was pulled into a low ponytail, revealing a particularly long neck. Even without seeing his body, Wei concluded that he was obviously a handsome man.

However, his thoughts shattered into a thousand tiny pieces at the all-too familiar feeling of Tong poking him… again. Blinking thrice, he made a confused sound, before switching his attention from the green-notebook-customer to the taller waiter. "Pardon?"
Tong shook his head, a dramatic sigh leaving his parted lips. "Oh Wei, what the heck are we going to do with you? Mr. Moody's waving, can't you see?" He gestured quickly at the handsome customer as he placed his hands on the shorter waiter, steering him around. "Go to him, will you? Or else the manager'll kill us!"
With another blink, Wei nodded frantically at his colleague, the thought of their manager, a sly-looking man by the name of Zhuge Liang, urging his legs to run before the green-notebook-customer complains about bad service. Pulling out the ordering pad and pen out from his pocket, he stopped to turn to him, an apologetic grin streaking across his face. "What would you like, sir?"

"I'd like the bill, please." His head was still bowed, his gaze still fixed on the green notebook opened up on his lap.

"Right away, sir." Shoving the ordering pad and pen into his pockets, Wei rushed back to the counter, nearly tripping over his own feet. Typing in the order, he nearly ripped it apart when he literally yanked it way from the printing machine, before running back to the green-notebook-customer with yet another embarrassed smile. Placing the bill in front of Mr. Moody, he took a step back, and let out a quiet sigh. However, it wasn't long before he had to move again, this time from taking the bill and money back.

"Have a nice night, sir." Wei mumbled, opening the door for their last customer.

Locking the door behind him, Zhao Yun kicked his shoes off, stopping briefly to pull off his socks. Stepping into a pair of warm cotton slippers, he headed quickly for the bathroom, only to be stopped by the familiar sound of a tongue clucking sharply. Groaning lightly, he turned around to face his roommate. "Yes, Chao?"

Crossing his arms stubbornly, Ma Chao took a few more steps forward. "You're late, Yun. More than two hours late, to be specific. Where the hell were you?"

Rolling his eyes sarcastically, Yun brought up a reassuring grin. "Relax, Chao, I was just at a nearby restaurant. It's not the end of the world, you know."

Chao scoffed. "Oh really? And what were you doing there, at that 'nearby restaurant?' A plate of foie gras, I suppose?"

Yun's eyebrows rose slightly. Foie gras? Since when did his obstinate roommate eat French food, much less heard of such things? His wondering thought, however, was interrupted by another sharp cluck. "Of course not, Chao. You know I detest French cuisine. I was just… ah, merely having a cup of extra-dark coffee, plus a couple of sugar cubes." A sly smile replaced his friendly grin. "And, I was checking out a certain waiter."

Immediately Chao's scowl was gone as an equally perverted smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "A certain waiter, huh? What's his name? Is he cute?"

Yun chuckled softly, his eyes beginning to dance with joy. "Very cute. Quite handsome too, with a high ponytail- he obviously dyed his hair a light brown colour." But at the thought of the waiter's name, he narrowed his eyes in deep thought. "I… don't think I actually looked at his name tag. I swear his surname's Jiang, though."

Chao gaped, his eyes wide with thunderstruck shock. "You mean… you were scoping on an undeniably good-looking waiter, and you didn't even bother to find out his name? How could you, Yun?" By then he was already by the taller man's side. "You are such an idiot! Tomorrow, you shall go to that same restaurant, order the same stuff you ordered, and come back with the waiter in your arms, okay?"

Yun shook his head firmly. "Chao, I don't want to be a stalker…" There was a quick slap on his head. "Ow! Why did you do that?" He glowered at his roommate as he massaged the back of his head. However, the shorter man did not reply, but just stood there with a raised eyebrow.

"Fine then, I'll go. But if we get sued by the restaurant's manager, it's your fault!"