Zexion had worked at the same restaurant for years. It's not like he had to stay – he first got a job there to support himself during university, but since graduation had found a day job at the local library, and was even writing a novel.

When thinking about why he stayed, he didn't attribute it to the fact that he could do with more money, or even that he was waiting for his big acting break like a lot of the people dining there assumed. He told himself that he works those night shifts as something extra to do, something social, so that he isn't stuck inside every night.

Of course, this was a complete lie – the type someone tells themself when they know that they're bullshitting themself. He tried not to admit to himself that he stayed to watch the same blonde man perform every few nights.

When thinking of it rationally, he thought of their relationship as the kind where you temporarily fall in love with someone in public. Only that, this wasn't quite temporary.

From what Zexion could deduce of the other, he was slightly eccentric but still very social and optimistic. He played a strange instrument, similar to a guitar – a 'sitar,' as he had overheard one time – and he had this strange hairstyle that would be the lovechild of a mullet and a Mohawk.

And, it actually worked for him.

It was different to everyone else, and Zexion liked different. He felt like he could identify with the other.

Demyx – as he had overheard someone referring to the blonde – would strum his sitar and sing with such devotion, that Zexion had no choice but to admire him for it. Like this one night, where Demyx had been performing a particularly nice song, singing with that same dedication as ever.

Zexion had never thought of himself as clumsy – he wasn't – so he didn't feel the need to watch what he was doing. When the blonde had finished performing, he was so overcome by the urge to talk to him that he dropped what he was carrying after stumbling over something on the floor.

Mentally scolding himself for his stupidity, Zexion knelt down pick everything up, when he saw someone else kneel in front of him.

Who was blonde. With the same hairstyle as Demyx.

And, as he had just noticed, eyes the colour of the sky. He was instantly relieved that was currently summer.

But he was startled as the two picked everything up, wordlessly, and disposed of the mess in the kitchen. They exited the room, but went no further, when the blonde man broke the silence.

"I've been watching you a lot. You've worked here for a while."

"...Oh." Zexion mumbled, with his eyes to the ground. Normally, he would be creeped out by someone saying that to them. But this was Demyx who was talking to him, so he didn't actually care.

"And I've seen you looking back at me, too!" This caused the lilac-haired man to panic slightly.

"What?" Zexion didn't know how the other could be so cheerful and confident when he was almost breaking into a sweat out of nervousness.

But it wasn't that Demyx was overconfident – he was just good at reading people.

"My name's Demyx." He said with a wide smile, extending a hand to the other.

"I know." Zexion said, and mentally slapped himself. "I mean, I didn't know? Uhh. I know now."

"And you're Zexion." The other said with a chuckle, which made Zexion relax a bit.

"Okay, so I did know that one..." he replied with a sheepish smile. Then, "Wait, how'd you find that out?"

"I uhh... Asked around." Demyx said, as if choosing words carefully.

"Oh... Well..." Zexion tried to think of something to say, when Demyx suddenly leant forwards and planted a short kiss on his lips. He noticed the slight ruffling of his pocket, but this was just a passing thought as the blonde man smiled widely and walked off.

When checking through his pockets for his keys, he only found a piece of paper, remembering how it had rustled when Demyx kissed him. With excitement, he hurriedly pulled it out and saw a mobile number written there.


Edit: I've gotten requests to continue this, so... yep. If you've got any ideas you want me to use, let me know, and I'll see how it goes. Also, the pickpocket idea was by writesinthunder.

I'd love to know what you thought, thanks for reading! :)