short, unbeta'd but let me dream~ Enjoy!
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It is 2am. He has been typing for five hours.
Yuuri finally managed to finish his assignment that due tomorrow -or today- thanks to the café's free wifi and a few cups of coffee. But his biggest gratitude goes to the owner who open it 24 hours and also very close to the campus.
Closing his laptop, he stretches both arms and legs under the table. He is still wide awake, just like the few active chattering people in the shop, with coffee or drinks in hand. Thus, Yuuri gets up and decides to order something else, something that could give him a good four hours sleep.
Walking to the counter, he politely orders. "A warm milk please…"
The pale blonde russian behind the counter looks up and smiles aa he taps the order into the digital cash register. "Anything else?" Yuuri shakes his head and proceeds to pay. "Okay, please wait a moment."
Yuuri waits. But he thinks he might as well gather his stuff and prepare to leave and so he did. A few moment later, he is back at the counter and the drink is ready.
"Here it is. Thank you for your order." Said the cashier slash barista who Yuuri admires for still having the energy to smile at these late hours.
However, he only able to grab the drink halfway as the heat radiates to his chilling palm. Whoa, this will keep me awake for sure, Yuuri silently thinks.
"Is anything wrong?" The russian asks gently, batting his beautiful eyelids once.
"This warm milk… um… it is too hot I think…" Yuuri meekly uttered. He feels bad though as the barista needs to do it again, such a waste.
"Ah, it's too hot…" he repeats but still manage a smile. "Then, let me do it again for you." He mutters nicely.
And so, yuuri let him, feeling half guilty for wasting a cup. A few minutes later, he comes again with a new cup. Blue green eyes meet his pair of dark chocolate for two seconds before he takes out the black sharpie and writes something on the cup. Yuuri waits again. Once he is done, he places the cup gently on the counter, with the marked side facing towards him.
"Well…?" The barista inquires with a growing gentle smile. Yuuri grabs on it, no problem this time. But the man is still waiting, almost grinning.
Waiting for a praise or thank maybe. That is his first thought, but then he notices the handwriting on the cup.
[Am I still too hot for you…? ;) ]
His dark brown eyes darts to the Russian's blue green, the handsome barista responds with a wink just like the emoji he cutely doodled.
'You should cool down too' is what he thought to reply, but that would just admit that he is hot... Thus, Yuuri spontaneously replies with a blush, "j-just fine…"
"That's great! Please come again~" he hears the man singsongs with a light chuckle after he turns away quickly leaving with the drink and his stuff. He couldn't muster to face him with both head and heart pounding for various reasons.
Sadly that whole night, Yuuri is still awake despite the nicely steamed warm milk. No… He isn't subtly flirting... He is talking about the milk. About. The. Milk. Yeah, I'm sure…
It's just the hot warm milk.
His brain facepalms itself, trying to convince and yelling him to sleep, but his heart don't give a shit and keep tap dancing to a rhythm. Yuuri bids his nice sleep goodbye.
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These had been almost a year in my docs so might as well publish it although cliché.
The rest would also be random. Thanks for reading! Reviews! Favs! Follows! Good day/night!