Chapter written by Violet Venom. x
It was a paticularly boring day inside the Starbucks part of Barnes and Noble. Michael James Way, one of the employees was standing at his station, utterly bored.
"Mikey, dear." said Dalton, the annoying man whore he worked with, "If you're bored we could always have some fun."
Dalton exaggeraterated the word fun, breathing over Mikey's ear. The said boy rolled his eyes and snorted in annoyance.
"Whatever, horndog. Go take your break in the closet."
Dalton huffed away. Score one for Mikey! Just then a customer walked in. He had gorgeous, deep brown eyes. His hair was curly and brown, only shades lighter than his eyes. He a had a perfect 'fro.
"Hi! Welcome to Starbucks, I'm-I'm-I'm..." Mikey glanced down at his shirt.
"Mikey?" the customer said laughing.
"Uh, um yeah, somethin' like that. Can I take your order?" Mikey flushed.
"Well, considering the fact I came for some coffee, I'd appreciate that!" he chuckled.
"Oh, what will it be?" Mikey asked shyly.
"Carmel macchiato, please. Extra foam." he said cheerily.
"N-name?" Mikey stuttered.
He leaned over the counter to pull at his own shirt, in front of Mikey.
"It's Ray."
Mikey's eyes widened. Is he being mocked?
"Bro, I'm kidding. Your actually really cute when your eyes do that." Ray smiled.
He blushed and continued making the coffee. After it was finished he delivered it to Ray, who smiled and thanked him. Mikey watched Ray while he drank his coffee and read his book. Ray finshed, threw out the cup and walked away. Mikey went to wipe down all the tables. He goes and cleans Ray's table. In the pile of napkins he found one with writing.
"Call me Mikey.
Xoxo-Ray"
It's Ray's number.