A/N: someone stop me from making more stories ugh/ I don't really have this planned out but I'm gettin there. First story for the 50 AU challenge, this one being the Coffee Shop AU [obviously pfff] I'm planning for the later chapters to switch between Dave and Kar's POV. Enjoy! Sorry for the shortness, I've been writing this on my phone.

Dave's POV

Another day of work at the grocery store, another day of complete shit from strangers. I sigh and take off my work vest, my shift over - thank the sweet lord himself. I slip on my sunglasses, and wave goodbye to John. I still have some time before bro starts asking me where I've been, might as well hit up the local café. I walk there, enjoying the hot sun on my back. I can already feel the sunburn coming on - of course, being an albino had it's disadvantages.
I soon smelled the familiar scent of coffee beans down the block, and enthusiastically opened up the door when I got to it. A small bell rang above my head. The cashier working there looked up at me, and I swear I could feel my heart skip a beat. He was beautiful, and that's an understatement. He had dark short hair, and a somewhat of a scowl on his face. His eyes were such a dark brown they almost looked black, and I couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds. I shook my head, coming back into reality, and walked over to him. He strained somewhat of a smile, "Hello sir, how may I help you?"
Well first off, you could give me your digits, sweetheart.
"A coffee please. No cream or sugar." I got out my wallet, "would you happen to have a pen?" I asked.
"A-ah, yes," he pulled a red one out from the front of his apron and handed it to me. I smiled and began to write my number on a piece of paper while he went to get my coffee. When he came back, I returned the pen, paid, and hesitated when thinking about giving him my number. I usually don't get this nervous around guys - shit am I getting soft? So uncool. I decided to wait to give him my number. It's too soon.
"Sir? Is everything alright?"
"Hmm? O-oh!" I realized I was still staring at my wallet. I smiled and put it back in my pocket after paying, "s-sorry" I glanced at his nametag. Karkat. Interesting.
I grabbed my coffee and smiled at him once more, taking my sunglasses off. He looked taken aback.
"Yes?" I asked, happy there was no one behind me wanting to order. Maybe If I talk to him some more, I won't be such a pussy. "Oh, nothing. It's just…. Your eyes are really nice." He looked away from me.
"Thanks. So're yours. I'd like to see them more often." The last thing slipped out. I blushed and rubbed the back of my neck. I looked back at Karkat and saw a small smile on his face. Adorable. I gave him a $20 tip, grabbing my coffee and walking over to a booth to drink it as slow as possible. As soon as I sit down, I whip out my phone and text bro, "Hey. Might be a little late"

Karkat's POV

Work fuckin' sucks. But at least it's somewhere I like and with someone I'm good friends with. Gamzee convinced me to apply for the job as soon as summer started, surprisingly it isn't too bad besides the fucking rude-as-hell customers. Some are nice but most don't even get off their phone to ask for a fucking drink. But whatever. I'll deal.

I look over at Gamzee, who's arranging some pastries in the display. He's surprisingly sober and not wearing clown make up, his mess of hair pulled back. He looked rather handsome, in a weird kind if way. He walked up to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder,
"Hey Karbro," he said, his voice kinda low as if he were tired, "lemme cone over tonight. I got this new game for that cube thingy of yours - it has talking animals and shit, it's fucking whimsical"
I scoffed, "only you would find something like that entertaining."
"You know it, bro." He smiled and walked back to go do whatever it is that he does here. Clean? Bake? Whatever. Long as I get some peace and quiet for a little bit….

A few moments later, some smug looking douche with sunglasses on walks up to me. I strain a smile onto my face, "Hello sir, how may I help you?"
"A coffee please, no cream or sugar." I nod. "Would you happen to have a pen?" He asks me, I mumble and reach into the front of my apron. I pull out a red pen and hand it to him. I turned around to get him his coffee, wondering what the fuck he wanted with my pen. I hope he doesn't steal it. It's a pretty good fucking pen. I turned back around, retrieved my pen (thank god) and was paid. I set the coffee down in front of him and waited for him to leave. He was fidgeting with a piece of paper in his wallet.
"Sir? Is everything alright?"
"Hmm? O-oh!" He stuttered, putting away his wallet afterwards. "S-sorry"
He grabbed his coffee, slipping off his sunglasses and hanging them off the collar of his shirt. I looked at his eyes and - wow. They were… red. Fuckin' red! I just…. Wow.
"Yes?" He said, breaking me out of my trance.
"Oh, nothing. It's just…. Your eyes are really nice." When did I become such a dorkus. Ugh.
"Thanks. So're yours. I'd like to see them more often."

What.

I could feel myself smile a bit. Shit. You're suppose to be a douche. Don't be nice. Leave already. Fuck.
He blushed and grabbed the back of his neck. What, was he killing a bug or something? He slipped me a 20 and went over to one of the booths. He took out his phone and started doing shit on it. I want to punch him. Him and his red eyes and pale skin and - shit, no. I need to stop. I can't be getting into a relationship. Not now. Especially not with some random d-bag vanilla ice looking bitch. But…. I hope he comes again tomorrow. $20 tips are fuckin' nice.