John crossed his arms, waiting for the line to shorten a bit more as he waited for coffee.
"Yo, Vantas—"
John jumped up and gasped, wheeling around to face the person. "What the hell was that for, man?"
The blond (attractive) stranger takes a step backwards, and god dammit, John can't tell the man's expression with his dumb shades on.
"Well, whoops. Seems I have the wrong ass. Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
John scowls at him. "Maybe you shouldn't go around slapping people's asses for fun!"
"I dunno, I think I could smack your ass again if you let me." The asshole has the nerve to smirk at him, and it makes John roll his eyes, even if he did feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
"I don't even know you!" he exclaims, crossing his arms. (He tries to look intimidating, but he's a few inches shorter than the guy. He's sure he looks silly.)
"Well, my names Dave Strider. Nice to meet you..." the guy —Dave— sticks his hand out, and John scowls. But he extends his arm out and shakes hands with Dave.
"I'm John. John Egbert."
"Wow, your name even sounds nerdy."
"Fuck off!"
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based on that one prompt. the "I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting." one