In the bustling city, everyone passes each other by every day like it's nothing like the other people around them don't exist in their eyes. It's when they slow down or stop, that they notice each other.
Currently, a young teen is running, trying to find shelter from a sudden heavy rain shower. Stomping and splashing puddles under his feet, crushing a few red leaves in the process.
As he spies a café, he immediately runs to it. When he gets under the canopy, the young teen is soaked as he pants, water dripping from his hair and clothes, slightly shivering from the cold.
When the door opens, a young blonde man sees the soaked teen, and lets him in as he offers a towel, "Here."
The teen nods, "Thank you," as he accepts the towel and rubs his hair dry before moving onto his face and hands. After drying as much as he could, the teen put the towel on a chair before sitting down.
The young blonde gets a good look at the teen now. His short raven colored hair was still slightly wet as it slowly dripped water. A good compliment to his golden eyes, which were bright but weary, tired from having just ran here. The teen wore the uniform of the nearby high school, so he must be a student…but he slightly shivered.
Seeing that, the blonde quickly made a cup of coffee before giving it to the teen, "It's on the house," he smiles.
The teen blinks in surprise for a second before smiling back, "Thank you…again," before sipping, the heat of the coffee warming him up. The flavor wasn't bad either.
Having a moment of silence, the only noise being the pattering rain against the window, the teen put the cup down on the table, looking toward the blonde man, who was currently making himself a cup of coffee as well. The longish blonde hair was like a mane, his purple eyes relaxed as he worked to serve himself a cup. From the uniform, the teen could tell that the man was the barista here.
As there were hardly any people out in this rain and thus, hardly any customers here, the teen looked around the place as he's never been here before, seeing the café in its entirety, especially the owl themed trinkets and wares.
Suddenly, the teen hears the thump of porcelain against coaster, startled as he turns to the other chair, which is now occupied by the blonde as he sips from his own cup.
The teen blinks in surprise before returning to his own cup, picking it up and sipping. He keeps sneaking glances at the man in-between sips though, which doesn't go unnoticed.
"You're staring," the blonde says, amused by the teen's actions.
"Sorry…" the teen mumbles as he takes another sip of his coffee, a slight blush on his cheeks.
Chuckling, the blonde smiles, "It's OK…"
With that, it was silent as the two continued sipping their coffee. Once the coffee was gone, the man got the cups and put them in the sink.
It was at that time when, "Ah…it's stopped raining," the teen smiles as he looks out the window. The sun shining with slightly cloudy blue skies.
He gets up, "I should be going now."
The blonde smiles, "Come back for some coffee sometime."
"Maybe," the teen smiles awkwardly as he leaves. Once outside, he turns around to look at the café, memorizing the name Café de Wayne before seeing the blonde wave at him from inside. Slightly blushing, the teen waves back as he turns around and walks away.
Once the teen was out of sight, the blonde sighs as he sits down in a chair. In that next moment, an older man with long green hair tied up with a band came into the café, his green eyes filled with worry. From his uniform, you can consider him as the manager.
"Hey!" the man yells in between pants.
The blonde blinks, "You ran here?"
"Yeah…" he catches his breath, "I just ran here after the rain stopped. You look after the place OK?"
"Tachibana-san…" the blonde glares, "I'm not a child. I can take care of myself."
Tachibana laughs, "Of course you can! And I thought I told you, call me Akira."
Rolling his eyes, the blonde looks out the window and sighs. It was then that Tachibana notices the dishes in the sink.
"You had a customer?"
"Yeah…he just left before you came back," the blonde answers before sighing again, remembering the teen.
"What're you sighing for then, Hayakawa-kun?" Tachibana asks.
Hayakawa prompts a hand under his chin, his elbow on the table, "He was cute…and I don't know if he'll come back."
"Well, …you never know. You two may meet again," Tachibana tries to reassure his employee and friend.
Hayakawa smiles, "Maybe…" remembering that the teen did say that he might come back.
Meanwhile…
Our young teen is now at home and in his room, which is a typical teenager's room. More specifically, on his bed sighing as he thinks about the barista, and how he was caught staring at him.
'He was handsome…beautiful even…' the teen thinks as he remembers the man before he blushes, gripping a pillow and rolling over and over again in his bed, "Ugh!"
"Big brother~! Dinner!" He hears, and sighs. Getting up, he yells back, "Just a minute!"
After he gets ready for dinner, he goes back downstairs and sees his little sister at the table along with dinner. Her black hair the length of her shoulders pinned back by a hair band, and her golden eyes similar to her brother's. She was also wearing the girls' uniform of her brother's school.
"Curry again?" the teen asks as he looks at dinner.
"You cook then, J!" the girl yells.
"Maybe next time, Tenna," J smiles as he gets himself a plate of curry and sits down.
Tenna pouts then sighs as she gets himself a plate of curry before sitting down too. As they eat, J thinks about whether to go back to that café or not. To see that barista or not.
Shaking his head, J makes up his mind, 'I'll go there if I have time tomorrow…not because of him, but…because I would like to have his coffee again… Yeah. That's it.'
After he finished off his plate of curry, he does the dishes before immediately going up to get ready for bed.
After a shower, he changed into blue pyjamas and went to his room, the walls painted blue and jumps onto his bed, which had blue sheets. Hugging a pillow, he closes his eyes and went to sleep, dreaming of the barista's beautiful purple eyes.