Summary: I'll give you the best roast of your life.

Chapter 1

It's my first day at work in my freshman year of college when I see him for the first time.

He sweeps in, black hair blowing around from the burst of air conditioning that is unnaturally powerful when entering the building and I think my jaw drops a little.

He's fucking beautiful.

Angular features and oh god his cheekbones (The artist in me swoons a little) and I think I get really nervous.

I'm standing by the cash register with Lee, this really nice and overly-cheerful guy who's been showing me the ropes when he approaches, reaching into his back pocket.

"Black coffee." He says, his voice smooth and beautiful just like the rest of him.

"Alright, Sakura! It's time for you to shine!" Lee exclaims. "Remember how to work the coffee machine?" I nod silently, the lump in my throat preventing me from speaking. Stiffly, I walk over to the coffee pot, and I grab a cup, managing to successfully pour a cup of black coffee.

I put a lid on and teeter-totter back to the counter, green eyes wide and staring at the fucking model that is looking flatly at me. Wordlessly, I hold it out to him, and he takes it.

"Okay, now enter the code into the register." Lee says, and I glance at the sheet that has the different codes for the different items available. "Training the new girl!" Lee says excitedly to the boy-man, smiling brightly. He grunts in reply.

"$1.15." I stutter, staring up at him. Goddamn he's tall.

But then again, I'm like five foot two, but that doesn't matter, right?

Right?

He places two dollars on the counter. Attempting to remember what Lee told me to do, I punch in the right numbers, and the cash register opens violently, hitting me right in the solar plexus. I sputter.

He cocks an eyebrow at me as I count out the change and drop it in his open palms, biting my lip.

He leaves.

I visibly and audibly let out a breath.

"That was perfect, Sakura! Now let me teach you how to make the more complicated items on the menu…"

My classes don't start until ten, so I work from opening at seven to nine-thirty Monday through Friday. So far, it's pretty slow. Probably because it's the beginning of the semester and people don't need their caffeine fix slash bagels for breakfast yet.

At exactly 8:30 on my second day, he makes a reappearance.

This time, I'm working with a guy named Shino, who's spoken like two words to me to introduce himself, and I man the cash register like it's a ship.

I'm very proud of myself.

If you couldn't tell.

Well, until HE comes in again. And then all of that confidence is gone. Poof. Out the proverbial window.

My knees go weak.

He stops in front of the counter, staring down his nose at me.

I want to touch his face.

Is that weird?

"Black coffee." He says. I nod vigorously and scurry back to the coffee pot.

Okay.

Cup. Black cup with white lettering. Coffee. Lid.

Oh fuck. Dropped the lid.

Quickly, praying he didn't notice, get another lid. Okay the lid went on this time.

Back to the register.

I place the cup on the counter and stare blankly at the register. Um. What do I do again?

I press a button and suddenly the register's LED lights light up with ERROR.

ERROR.

ERROR.

MY WHOLE LIFE IS AN ERROR.

Shino comes to the rescue and punches in the right buttons to clear the error. He returns to stocking the bagels.

"$1.15." I squeak. He pays in exact change.

Once again, the register drawer hits me right in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me. He stares at me, silently judging me.

I think I just want to melt into the floor.

And then he's gone.

Fuck my life.

It's Wednesday, the first day of classes. My backpack is back in the stockroom, and I look so effing cute.

My hair is straightened to perfection (except it's in a ponytail because health codes and shit) and I've got a white collared blouse on tucked into a high-low navy skirt with white gladiator sandals.

I'm working with Lee again, and he chatters on to me about college life.

It's been a busy day with people getting bagels and coffee and I've successfully made it through the rush so far with minimal incidents.

God, my parents would be so proud of me. Barista-ing like a pro.

And then 8:30 comes around and in he comes.

"Hey Sasuke!" Lee calls, grinning broadly. He nods in greeting.

"G-good morning." I stutter. Look at that, Sakura! Changing things up! That's two whole words! He stares blankly at me. Oh god. I've changed things. I threw off the rhythm. Mr. 8:30 is at a loss.

"Good…morning." He replies.

I want to touch his face.

Wait did I think that yesterday?

"Um, right. Black coffee." I'm bold! I've taken charge! Look at that, Sakura! You go! He grunts an affirmation.

I get the coffee. I didn't drop the lid this time. This is an improvement.

When I get back, he already has the money in his hand. Two dollars. I key in the code to the register and quickly leap back, ninja-style as the drawer shoots out. I stare at him wide-eyed, my face contorting into a weird imitation of some kind of smile. Nervous sweat drips down the back of my neck.

I'm so stupid. I'm grinning like an idiot over $1.15.

And not getting hit in the stomach by a drawer.

What is my life.

I give him his change, and he pauses. He drops a quarter into the tip jar and leaves, stalking out of the building.

Victory!

AN: Okay, I'm trying something new here! Awkward!Sakura is the best. Please leave me some reviews pleasepleaseplease :)