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They wanted a fanfic so I wrote a fanfic.
John slid down the wall and sat on the floor, why the hell were his coworkers taking so long! They said they'd be back half an hour ago! Not like there was a lot of buisness, the shop was completely empty, and had been for ten minutes.
"Maybe I'll just..." he couldn't even finish the sentence, there was nothing he could do! "If I had a date later this would be more bearable." He muttered. The bell over the door jingled, signaling someone was in.
"Finally! Took you two long enough, you said you'd be back ages ago-" John stopped himself mid-sentence, realizing it was not his coworker, but a customer.
"I take it you meant someone else." The man was tall, with black hair curly hair, his voice was deep and thoughtful, making John freeze for a moment before continuing.
"Uh... yeah. Sorry." Shaking his head John walked over to the cashier, "what would you like to drink?" The man looked around for a moment before his eyes landed on the chalkboard. After reading it his eyes flickered up to John and he raised an eyebrow.
'Wait what's written on there?' John racked his brain but came up with nothing. Smiling John asked again,
"Do you know what you want? Or do you need another minute?" Glancing up at the board the man paused for a second,
"I don't know. What do you suggest?" He asked.
"Well... the Chocolate Fall is to die for." John suggested hesitantly.
"Ok, I'll have one of those then." John typed it in before taking some cash from the man.
"Interesting sign you have there." The man guestured to the chalkboard.
"What? Oh yeah... what does it say again? I think my coworker put it up." John counted the money before fishing another few coins out of the machine.
"Nothing important, I'm sure." Shrugging John handed the man his change.
"Name?" John prompted as he grabbed a cup.
"Sherlock."
"Interesting name." John reached over to the machine and started making the coffee.
"Almost as interesting as the sign."
"What does it say? Really though," John looked up from the coffee,
"You really want me to read it?" a smile seemed to be playing on Sherlock's lips.
"Yeah. I should probably know what it says, seeing as I work here." Sherlock shrugged in agreement before clearing his throat.
"It says:
'Today your barista is:
1. Hella fucking gay.
2. Desperately single.
For your drink today I recommend:
You give me your number.'" Once he had finished Sherlock looked up to see John frozen in a state of shock.
"I'm guessing it's not true."
"No, well yes, I mean..." John paused for a moment before continuing. "Half of it is." He got out before turning back to making the coffee.
"What, the first half?" Sherlock teased.
"No. The second half."
"So you recommend I give you my number?"
"No. I mean... if you want to." He stopped to recollect himself before continuing, "coffee for Sherlock." Putting the drink down on the table John looked away again.
"You sure it's only half true?" Sherlock picked up his coffee carefully. John turned around to grab a straw as well.
"What? Of course it is." John held the straw out to Sherlock.
"Because if you ask me," Sherlock reached over and grabbed John's hand instead of the straw. "I'd say it's all true." He whispered before taking the straw and leaving. John stood frozen before noticing that the man had left a slip of paper. Picking it up he read a phone number.
"He actually did." John shook his head slowly before rushing over to erase the board before someone else came in. Slipping the number in his pocket John tried to forget about Sherlock, but was finding it rather hard. When he finally got home John pulled out the paper and looked at it, deciding it was worth a shot he picked up his phone and started to text