Hamlet looked up and smiled, and was met by the most dazzling pair of hazel eyes he had ever seen. He dropped the cup, which before held his utmost attention.
"S-so sorry about that," Hamlet scrambled to pick up the cup. The tan handsome stranger smiled and laughed, "Don't worry about it." Hamlet laughed cautiously, his mouth suddenly dry. "What can I- uh- get for you?"
"Could I get a venti iced green tea? Lots of sweetener, please."
"Right, ah, good," Hamlet reached for a cup, accidentally knocking a few over. He cursed under his breath, the stranger smiled.
"Can I get a name for this order?"
"Of course," he winked, "It's Horatio."
Hamlet felt the back of his neck grow warmer as he wrote the name Horatio onto the plastic.
"That's a nice name," Hamlet smiled up at him, trying to ignore the heat climbing to his face. Horatio laughed, brushing a lock of his long hair behind his ear.
"Well thank you," he said, searching to see a name tag, "Thank you very much," he smirked, "Hamlet." Hamlet looked down, fumbling with the cup in his hands.
"How much debt am I in?" Horatio joked.
"Nothing, on the house," Hamlet quickly replied, tapping away on the register. Horatio raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" he mused. Hamlets face was aflame.
"If you'll just wait here a minute I can get your drink out right now," Hamlet quickly turned his back as to avoid Horatio's quiet laughter. He clumsily made the tea, almost dumping the matcha on the floor. As Hamlet was putting the finishing touches on the drink, he scribbled his phone number onto the cup. Hamlet handed the cup to Horatio, careful to accent the digits he had written there.
Horatio, to the fortune of Hamlet, noticed the numbers and chuckled, "I suppose I'll have to come by this Starbucks more often."
Hamlet smiled wide and ran his fingers back through his hair, but his reply was cut short by a shrill voice.
"Hammy! Where is my drink?" Opal was leaning over the espresso machines an annoyed look on her face. Fort popped up from behind the counter, holding Opals drink.
"You haven't paid yet," Fort spat, "If you want your drink, you'll have to pay."
"Hammy, you didn't pay for me?" Opal sulked, crossing her arms.
"No, Opal why in hell would I do that?" Hamlet stared at her blankly. He motioned to Fort, "The drink is yours if she won't."
"Glad I got such good, good service from you," Horatio gloated, casting a side glance to Opal, "Thanks Hamlet." Hamlet blushed a deep crimson and Opal gasped, stricken with shock. Fort laughed obnoxiously as Horatio walked away, winking at Hamlet, and raising an eyebrow to Opal.
Opal stomped her foot and glared daggers at Hamlet.
"I'll see you at dinner," her words full of hurt, she stormed out.
"Thanks for the drink, Ham," Fort laughed and skulked off to to back room.
Hamlet sighed. The coffee shop was nearly empty now, the afternoon rush was over.