A/N: I bet y'all thought I was fucking around when I said I was going to write a Coffee Shop AU. Well, I wasn't, it just takes more time for me to write it 'cause I keep procrastinating and my life is kinda falling apart right now.

First fanfic of the year! Hell yeah! (other updates will come soon i sWEAR)

This story isn't really that long, probably about a minimum of five chapters. There's not much to work with on this simple premise, and I'm not the best at one shots either. So ye.

Coffee Shop Cinderella

He didn't know her name, the girl who comes in every noon and orders the same thing every time. The girl who loves witty banter and has the rarest, most amazing smile he had ever seen. Coffee shop Cinderella, as she came to be called. If only he had the guts to ask for her name, much less ask her out. TxT. AU

"This is your new co-worker," says his manager, both hands on the newbie's shoulder as he introduces the kid to his employees. "Timbo Butson-"

"It's Timothy Watson-" the newbie interrupts timidly. Red, thick glasses, choppy orange brown hair, and a clumsy smile. The only reason he worked here was so he can buy the new VR Goggles.

The manager continues to speak, if he just didn't hear him through his loud voice or just didn't care, Timothy didn't know. "So I want you guys to make him feel welcomed working and show him de wae[1] around here."

Both of his apparent co-workers nods and the manager leaves. Without a word, his female coworker walks away, leaving him with only the male one, who seemed friendly enough.

"Sorry 'bout that, Tim. The guy has an attention span of a goldfish," says his co-worker as he grabs a rag to wipe on the table. A guy about Timmy's age, brown hair brushed to the side, and a smile that could make any girl swoon. Now he knows for sure why women flock to this place. "He called me Brian the first month I worked here."

"Oh,"

"The name's Brandon, by the way," he continues, "and that," he throws his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the girl on the counter, on her phone with her earphones on. She also looked to be his age, pale skin and dark blue, nearly black hair that reminded him of midnight. "Is Musa. Don't bother her when she's wearing earphones."

"Okay," Timmy says, nodding as he looks around the shop.

It is a rather old coffee shop, two, maybe three decades old, the building was older, he is sure. There was just this antique feel to it, no matter how many times the owners and their predecessors renovated and redecorated it to be modern and hip, there was just this lingering smell of dust and some creaks from aging wood from time to time. There was also this rumor since he was young, something about a ghost in the attic of this building, but he's pretty sure it's just several generations of mice frolicking around an attic that hasn't seen the light of day for 50 years.

Still, it is still doing quite well despite the rise of many competitors. Hipsters, for example, seem to love this place for obvious reasons. There were also other people, like late businessmen or women, tourists who came for 'history', and many more.

Musa looks at her watch, "we need to open up soon."

"Ah, right," Brandon turns to Timmy, "get ready, today is a busy day."

Brandon isn't lying at all when he said it was a busy day.

"One hazelnut cappuccino for this stunning young lady!" He half yells, half flirts as he entertains a young woman and her friends, a flirty smile on his face while Timmy and Musa runs around in the background trying to get all the orders out. Several costumers are still impatiently waiting for their turn.

Once the cappuccino was given and paid for, Musa pulls Brandon by the collar before he could flirt anymore and pushes Timmy towards the counter. "This is a cafe, not a goddamn Host Club[3]. Timmy, you'll be in charge of the counter. Maybe then, we'll get shit done."

And so they did.

Sure, Timmy isn't used to taking orders and he did get some orders wrong, but, they made through it. The calm after the storm. The light at the end of the tunnel. Costumers are now either seated contentedly with their pastries and laptops or left with their overly complicated cappuccinos. The three of them could now breathe.

But then the bell rings from the entrance, and Timmy straightens out his posture, prepared to serve whoever it may be. Unbeknownst by him, Musa began to prepare something in the background.

The first thing he notices was the distinctively bright magenta hair in a bob cut. Teal eyes glued to the screen, yet she still walked with no trouble, going straight to the counter as if she had already done it a hundred times before. Face stoic, devoid of any discernible emotion. To be honest, she seems a bit intimidating. Regardless, Timmy cleared his throat.

"Hello, what may-"

"The usual, please," her voice is like her face, emotionless and monotone, straight to the point. She has yet to look up.

Timmy blinks, "Um, I beg your pardon-"

"Here you go," Musa swiftly slides into the conversation, handing the girl a cup of...something, to which she accepts and pays for. Timmy turns to Musa with a confused look. "Oh, she's a regular,"

Finally, the girl looks up. "A new recruit?" She asks in slight distaste, not looking at him at all.

"Yup," Musa says, wiping on the table counter.

"Oh," the girl says, turning to look at him. Their eyes meet briefly, and Timmy thought she was going to converse with him, say her name or ask how he's been, but she doesn't. Instead, her lips forms into a sneer, as if mocking him, before she turns and leaves with her coffee, deciding he was not worth her time.

The bell rings, signalling her departure. Timmy frowns, one thing in his mind.

What an unlikable girl.

[1]- Ugandan Knuckles meme. I'm not sorry at all.

A/N: Tried a different verb tense for this. Not proud tho.

Also, sorry if Tecna is kinda a bitch in this chapter. Not everyone's love stories began with love at first sight, hair flips and slo-mo walking, I mean, look at how Tecna and Timmy met in the comics. Great moves, Timmy. Keep it up. Proud of you.

I haven't posted in this account in such a long time that I've forgotten how to end a chapter.

Um, I hope you enjoyed reading?