The rain slowly beat against the window of a small coffee shop in Boston on a dismal Monday morning. People filtered into the shop, shaking rain off their coats and umbrellas.
Arthur stood at the counter, taking orders and making coffee. A boring and pointless job if you ask him. Coffee was disgusting and undignified, it smelled horrible and tasted repulsive. Just a sip of it made him shudder and cringe. 'Then why work in a coffee shop?' most people would ask, the answer is simple, the job pays well, the hours aren't too long, and the shop was close to his flat.
Every morning in the shop was the same. Coffee addicts come in and order their coffee, Arthur makes it and gives it to them, then they run off and go to work or wherever they needed to go. This morning was the same as any other, same people, same orders, same everything. Arthur craved something different. No. He /needed/ something different, something to liven up his dull and bleak days. If something didn't happen soon he would go crazy. It was like the same day over and over and over again. . .
The morning rush was over and few people were still coming into the shop. With his free time he began to daydream, his thoughts going back to his childhood. He was born and raised in Bristol, England. He remembered how his brothers teased and tortured him throughout his youth, they cut off the heads of his stuffed animals and made fun of his love of unicorns. Then there was Francis. . Francis was his irritating French cousin, he would agonize him whenever his family would visit during holidays. Constantly badgering him about his haircut and saying he had horrible fashion.
Once when Francis was sleeping he cut his long hair up to his ears, when Francis awoke and looked in the mirror he let out a shriek of horror and shock. It took month for it to grow back, and all the while Francis sent him sharp, spiteful glares. He let out a small chuckle when he thought of that time. He hated Francis sometimes. . .But he was an overall kind man. . just very annoying and flirtatious . .
High school had been an absolute horror for him, he didn't really have many friends, he was quite anti-social. The most exciting years was when he went through that punk phase. . Those were the days. . . When he graduated high school he had instantly applied for a college in America, he wanted to leave Bristol, see the world and all it's people. He was finally accepted into Boston college, and off to Boston he went. He had bought an apartment for himself and was living peacefully in his small apartment. . .
Arthur was ripped out of his thoughts when he heard someone yelling. "Hey! Hey eyebrows! Hello?!" Arthur quickly looked up, standing on the other side of the counter was a utterly ravishing man. His golden blonde hair, dazzling sky blue eyes. . Arthur was breathless. "Hey buddy you in there. .?" he waved a hand in front of Arthur's face, "S-Sorry!" he stuttered out, "It's alright, man!" the other said with a dazzling smile, "So can I have some coffee with a pinch of sugar?"
Authors note: thanks for reading!