A/N: Hey, so, this is the first chapter of the now multi-chaptered coffeeshop AU I wrote.
I already posted this one and the next one on Tumblr, but, for plot developing reasons, I made a little detail change to add a new character. Hope you enjoy it! I do not own Dude That's My Ghost uvu
- The early bird gets the worm! - Teased that one guy who cleans the tables whose the name doesn't really matter. That guy was always picking on newbies. He thinks he's tough just because he's been working full-time in this miserable excuse for a café for way more time.
But our main character, whom we give the honor to being named Spencer, doesn't pay him much mind. He likes this café a lot, it's calm and nice people come to eat. He even managed to befriend some of the regulars! There's this nice old lady who always asks the same strawberry shortcake with a normal coffee and leaves big tips. There is also a little boy who comes by often to buy candy from the balcony and sometimes he brings his mom along to drink capuccino. His mom is a real chocolatier, Spencer was sure he never saw a grown up eat so many sweets before, she must get along well with her son. Spencer's favorite regular is an amateur photographer. When there's no more business for Spencer to take care off, he would egage into a warm conversation with the guy about cameras and some tech stuff no one really gets besides those two.
Long story short: that small café held tons of different stereotypes. Maybe that's why the teenager loves it so much.
But, one day, a very different standard came through those doors. And, as soon as he stepped inside, time seemed to stop. Everyone stared at him dumbfounded. Trays fell to the ground and one of the female clerks screamed passionately(she got fired later because of this incident but that's another story).
Who IS this person?
Can't you take a guess? Not a single clue? Oh alright, the answer is: Billy Joe Cobra(Duh! How could you not know it was him?). The guy strived inside the café and soon took one of the tables nearby, throwing his body in the chair and picking the menu with one hand.
It was funny to see everyone's reactions. Some teen waiters were simply staring at him with a mix of confusion and surprise, and some waitresses were whispering constantly to each other. The old woman who owned the café and was also the cashier didn't get the special treatment. It was just a boy. Her husband, despite being just as old, knew him very well, his nephew was a big fan and always asked for BJC themed stuff whenever the old man stopped by her house. Damn, that girl is gonna hear a heck of a story next time she sees her uncle.
- Hello, Mr. Cobra! How can I help you?! - Were the first words to be spoken that morning, and they came out of that same desperate girl who screamed earlier.
- Nah, girlie, I don't want you to be my waitress - answered the pop star, what a cold guy, did he not have a heart?! - I want him - he finished, pointing straight at Spencer.
- Who? Me? - The boy asked, taken by surprise. The poor thing just walked out of the staff room, he just finished grabbing his uniform! (You know, the one with the super cool zombie bottoms)
- Yeah, you - was all the older man said.
Spencer grabbed his notebook and pen and started crossing the room under the fiery gaze of furious other attendants who were mad at him either because he always got the big comissions since he created a friendship with basically every single one of the boring customers who walked in or because he, out of every other cool, beautiful and talented waiters and waitresses in that stablishment, was already Billy Joe Cobra's favorite.
The boy lowered his head. Those stares were killing him. He's already pretty shy when it comes to creating a bond with his co-workers. Most of them were pretty selfish, and, the ones who weren't, just didn't take interest in keeping up a conversation with the brunette. Well, there goes all his chances of ever having friends to hang out with after his shift is over.
- May I take your order?
Billy let out a stupid sounding chuckle and buried his face in the menu.
- This peanut butter cake... - He finally said, cacthing Spencer's attention - Do you use smooth peanut butter for it?
- No, we use the crunchy one.
- Then give me a piece, but take all the crunchy stuff out! I hate crunchy peanut butter! - Billy asked, resting the menu once again on the table - Oh, and I also want a capuccino, lots of frosting but nothing crunchy in it, get it?
- Uuh, we can't do that, sir. It'd take too much time to bake a whole new cake just to put smooth peanut butter in it... Or take all of the crunchy pieces off the peanut butter - Spencer said, with a very unamusedly confused expression.
Billy, however, insisted he had his cake the way he wanted, and Spencer insisted they couldn't just change a recipe because one client was unhappy about the fricking peanut butter.
- Mr. Cobra, don't mind him, he's just kinda new to this, heh heh. Your cake will arrive real soon! - Interrupted some other dude whose the name have been forgotten in midst of all those teenagers. But, well, this dude in particular was the only one who stepped in to save Spencer's butt since everyone else was too busy watching their discussion grow, I particularly think we should make some effort into remembering his name. Rajeev should be it, it's on his name plate, apparently he wasn't from this country.
He pulled the teen to the kitchen and began his lecture.
- Dude, what the heck are you thinking?! You're not only discussing with a client, you're discussing with a famous singer! We don't do this kinda stuff to people who can attract even more business to this place!
- But it's a rule! We don't change our recipes! And, even if we did, it's just a small detail, he can order anything else if it's super nasty for him to eat some crunchy pieces... - Argued Spencer, crossing his arms.
- Screw the rules, he deserves special treatment! Now go grab that cake and bring it here, I'll help you take off the crunchy stuff. What is that thing anyway?Ah, nevermind, just bring the cake! - Pleaded his co-worker, opening a drawer and getting two butter knives.
Spencer wasn't paid enough for this crap. He didn't wake up at 6 AM every weekday, grabbed the bus at a reasonably far bus stop and rode to the other fricking side of the town just to deal with a spoiled grown man who can't eat his meals unless they are neatly according to his demandings. But still, can't say no to the clients, even if they are cunning little pests.
After what seemed endless minutes taking off the goddamned crunchy things in the crunchy peanut butter, Spencer barged off the kitchen. Plate in hands, cake piece in plate. He took a deep breath and began walking to Billy's table, putting the cake right in front of him.
- You forgot my coffee - said the cunning little pest, looking at Spencer with the corner of his eye.
- B-but you have a cup of coffee right there! - Answered the boy, pointing at a half full coffee cup Billy held in his left hand.
- Yeah, but it's not the coffee I ordered from you - the tone Billy said that made Spencer's blood boil, but he turned his back, taking more deep breaths as he marched to the coffee machine. His movements awfully robotic and maintaining his face of pure annoyance and disapproval, making clear to everyone present that Spencer Wright did not like Billy Joe Cobra one bit.
When he finished preparing the super hot pop star's coffee, there went our hero again, marching towards Billy's table and setting the coffee down.
- Super! - Was the most enthusiastic thing that man said that morning and he fested himself on the sweets, eating in a very deselegant way, but still receiving gazes of love and admiring from the other waiters and waitresses.
His slave, though, simply sat on one of the tables, far away from Billy, and stared at your majesty eating all of his pain and suffering excitedly. Gotta admit, huh, Spencer, Billy does look very cute when eating like that. It even made the boy chuckle at the sight. Just a minute ago the guy was being so stupid and demanding and now he looked like a kid who just won a big lollipop. Maybe it's just a question of getting used to him.
Just like that, Billy Joe Cobra finished his morning meal, patting his belly. He got up from his table and went to the cashier, always followed by most of the other employees.
- Where's that little dude who attended me? - The man asked, looking around.
That sentence left only one person happy: the old lady who owned the café. It was nice for her to see that little Spencer made a new friend. But it sure wasn't nice for all the other waiter and waitresses, who got furious again. Spencer was, indeed, Billy Joe Cobra's favorite waiter.
Billy Joe's fave realized he was being requested by that famous singer again when everyone gave him death stares. There he goes again.
- Nice place you got here. Just try being a little less harsh on me next time, brojangles - Billy said, while giving Spencer the money to pay the bill alongside with a humble tip.
- Next time?! That means you'll come here more?! - Excitedly asked one of the waitresses.
The older man looked at her, then back at Spencer, with a very suggestive look.
- I'll be sure to come see you everyday - he said, in a loud voice so everyone could hear him, but looking straight at Spencer, leaving unknown the identity of who he actually meant by "you".
After that, Billy still kept eye contact with the teen for some instants while slowly walking backwards to the entrance, but quickly turning his face and leaving the café with a satisfied smile. On Spencer's face, there was a noticeable blush, and that blush brought questions to the heads of his co-workers, who didn't take their times to request answers.