Hello my lovely, lovely fan fiction readers! I've been AWOL for who knows how long. (Forever). Because of College and everything coming together. BUT I HAVE RETURNED. And I am here to bring you some new Trez fiction. It was going to be a one-shot but I decided if I'm gonna make a comeback, a one-shot simply wouldn't do. Plus, I have an idea. ;) Enjoy!
I was closing up the coffee shop for the night, cleaning the counters and making sure everything was properly marked for the next day. It was about 5 minutes until closing and I was exhausted. My curly black hair was pulled up in a bun on top of my head with a few curls falling loose around my face, and my apron was stained with spilled milk and god knows what else. Working as a barista was my most tiring job, and smelliest-I must admit-but I actually liked it most days.
As I was about to go lock up the door, I saw a tall figure walk towards it. I groaned a little because I knew I had no choice but to serve them. I walked back behind the counter and waited-when the person walked in I rolled my eyes but blushed slightly too.
"Dez. What are you doing here?" I placed my hands on the counter-frowning at him in annoyance.
"It's late and Ally couldn't pick you up. So I offered to come over and walk you home." He gave a big goofy smile and I felt a little warmth in my stomach forcing me to smile back.
"Alright, Alright. I'm almost done. Do you want something to drink?" I walked over to the espresso machine and reached for a cup.
"I've never had coffee. I heard it tastes bad." He frowned only slightly before continuing. "But if you can make something really good tasting I'll drink it!" That smile returned and I laughed lightly before steaming some milk and making him a white mocha. After I finished making it, I handed it to Dez before turning back to the machine to put a cleaning pill in.
"Hey, don't drink that yet, because you'll burn your-" I was interrupted by the sound of him screaming in pain. "-mouth…" I said the last word and sighed, dropping the pill in. I then stepped back from the counter and pulled my apron off. "I'm going to go grab my stuff and you stay put right here. Okay?" He nodded his head and reached into his pocket for his phone. I walked into the backroom and grabbed my jacket before walking back out into the café area. Sure enough, Dez was there waiting. I reached for the lights and turned them off and we walked outside so I could lock the door.
The night was warm, but a cool air was making me shiver slightly. Dez walked next to me, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup and his hair blowing into his face. When I realized which direction the wind was blowing, I quickly moved to switch the side of him I was walking on.
"So Trish, what's it like working as a bartista?" He turned to look at me and got confused-turning in a circle when he realized I had switched sides on him. I noticed his confusion and smirked a little.
"Sorry. I noticed the wind blowing towards you-" I reached up and tugged on the pony tail holder, allowing my curls to fall out of the bun and cascade down my back. "-and I smell really bad. Probably like spoiled milk and old coffee."
He leaned over a little too close to my curls and sniffed slightly. "You smell like a sunrise."
I raise an eyebrow and scrunch my nose, stepping away from him. "A sunrise? What's that supposed to mean?"
He smiles and tosses his cup into a trash can nearby. "Well, my mom makes coffee every morning and I know that when I smell coffee the sun has come up and it's the start of a new day. A better day than the last."
I bite down on my lip and look down at my feet as we walk, shoving my hands into my pockets to shield them from the cold wind. "That's…that's actually really sweet, Dez." We walk under a streetlight and he glances over at me for a moment but doesn't say anything. He just lets that goofy smile speak a thousand words. Once we reach my house, I turn to him. "Thank you for walking me home, dork. I'll see you tomorrow?"
He tilts his head a little bit, confused. "What's tomorrow?"
I smile and step back, the dark beginning to swallow me. "You walking me home again."
The last thing I saw before I turned to unlock my door was his big goofy grin returning once again. He has no idea that inside that grin kills me. I love seeing it.