I Think My Barista Hates Me

Sasuke Uchiha didn't generally care what people thought about him. Why should he? He liked himself, and if they didn't like him, that was their dysfunction, not his. Plus, relationships took time and effort (yes, even friendships). So if you just don't care, there's nothing to lose.

Which made it a bit of a mystery why he even had one friend, let alone a best friend (self-proclaimed, of course). Somehow though, Sasuke had managed to not only acquire a friend but also keep him for some time, despite numerous attempts to shake him off. In fact, Naruto had stayed annoyingly glued to Sasuke's side for years, even somehow managing to get hired by the same company as him. That was actually the part that truly mystified Sasuke. It wasn't that Naruto was dumb, per say. In fact, the annoying Uzumaki could be downright brilliant at times… but in his own way. To put it frankly, Naruto thought outside the box, and that was where his true intelligence lay. So the fact that the company had hired him not as an idea man but instead as a lowly worker bee stunned the Uchiha.

Which was partly why Sasuke, being a supervisor well on his way to yet another promotion, had to deal with his best friend a lot. Naruto was completely ill-suited for his current position, leading to a lot of mistakes or problems that required Sasuke to step in and clean them up. The Uchiha probably would have minded a lot more if it weren't for the fact that the blond cleaned up a lot of his rejected exes and fans. They had a system that worked for them.

This was also why when Naruto showed up at his desk every morning, Sasuke did not chase the blond immediately out of the room. This was not only so they could sort out Naruto's latest problem but also because it seemed Sasuke had somehow managed to become the quirky blond's latest source of entertainment. How? Sasuke's morning coffee runs.

After his latest promotion, Sasuke felt he could at last start splurging a bit on good coffee instead of the 99 cent variety he used to get. So he had begun regularly stopping by a nice little café about fifteen minutes away from their office building. They had decent prices for some above average coffee. Since then, Sasuke now had a cardboard cup of coffee on his desk every morning with his name on it that Naruto had to come see every day.

In fact, if it hadn't been for Naruto, Sasuke probably would have never noticed the notes. The jet-haired man had better things to do with his time than read whatever his barista had scribbled on there. But it had been about three weeks into his new routine that Naruto had come in for advice and nearly knocked over the cup. Fortunately, the blond had excellent reflexes and managed to catch the coffee first. While moving it though, he had stopped and snickered.

"What?" Sasuke growled, annoyed already from the near disaster and not in the mood for more of his friend's stupidity.

"Have you looked at your cup today?" Naruto asked, a grin on his whiskered face. A grin that looked far too amused for the Uchiha's taste.

"No. Why?"

"Just look at it." Naruto handed him the cup with Sasuke's scribbled name facing the brunette.

Except, Sasuke noticed, it wasn't his name. No, instead the barista had written "Sahsukeeeehhhh" across the cup.

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched.

"I'm sure she was just bored," Naruto said with a laugh. "No big deal. So about that file—"

And just like that, they had left things as they were until the next day. That day, Sasuke had barely sat down behind his desk when the rowdy blond burst into the room and practically ran over to his desk. The jet haired man lunged to catch his coffee from spilling and glared at his friend once it was steady.

"What the hell, idiot? What are you so excited over?"

"Let me see!" Naruto replied before grabbing the coffee cup.

"Hey!"

"I'll give it back in a sec… Ha!" The blond turned the cup toward Sasuke and pointed out the name. "Ooga Chaka Hooked on His Phone!" was emblazoned across the cup.

Sasuke's eye twitched several times. "What… the hell."

"Dude, I think this is her thing. I mean, I can think of better ways to deal with stress, but at least she's kinda funny… and has decent taste in music."

"Naruto, you are the only person in the world who actually likes the chanting in that song."

"Says you."

"Says everyone. Now give me back my coffee or there will be bloodshed."

Naruto had quickly relinquished the coffee and left the room loudly singing a rendition of Blue Swede's "Hooked on a Feeling" with the words "Hooked on a feeling" replaced with "Hooked on his phone."

After that, the routine had become set in stone. Sasuke arrived like clockwork, and Naruto barged into Uchiha's office a few minutes later to see what the barista had written for the day. Then he would proceed to laugh over whatever her latest nickname for him was. His favorites had been "I starred in Twitlight," "Narto + Saske 4eva!," and "Sasuke Oochioochiha."

"Dude, what did you do to this barista to piss her off this much?" Naruto had asked after the "Narto + Saske 4eva!" one.

"I don't know. Don't care either."

"Oh, come on. She wouldn't be writing these just for the heck of it at this point. She's on a mission."

"Fine. I guess she wanted me to flirt with her the first time I went there."

"Nah, this is deeper than not flirting or not noticing someone," his friend insisted.

"And you're reading way too much into this," Sasuke answered before draining the cup and tossing it.

"Only because you won't." Naruto sighed. "At least tell me she's cute."

The Uchiha considered it for a moment. "I guess you could call her that. I don't like her hair though."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's pink."

"Cute."

"And it's short." The Uchiha liked girls with long hair. Something about the way it fell down the back…

"You and long hair… You've gotta open your mind to the charms of short hair."

Sasuke glared at him in reply. Taking the hint, Naruto left for the day, humming some McFly song about hair.

Only a few days passed until Sasuke found an unfamiliar face at register (didn't she usually make the drinks?). He felt a little twinge somewhere near his heart like… disappointment? No, that couldn't be. Because he didn't care who took his order or got his coffee for him so long as he did get his coffee in the end. He wasn't at all upset that that pink-haired girl wasn't taking his order. He certainly didn't miss Sakura. If that was her name… not that he had noticed her name…

"Sasuke? Sasuke? Jerk wad? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" Naruto called from the other end of the phone.

The Uchiha shook his head a little. "You'll have to find other entertainment today, Naruto. She's not in today."

He heard the idiot snicker on the other end. "Are you actually keeping an eye out for her? Like, you actually look to see if she's there?"

"No!" he answered quickly. Now he definitely heard his friend laughing. "Shut up!"

"Sasuke's in looooovvveee!" Naruto sing-songed.

"I'm hanging up now, you moron." The Uchiha quickly hung up the phone before Naruto could continue teasing him.

He slumped against the wall to wait, trying to ignore the way his ears were burning. He was not blushing. He was not in love. Love was idiotic and stupid and he certainly was not love with the snarky, overly perky pink-haired girl at the register! No way did he like her in the least after she had written all those names all over his orders for the past three weeks!

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his name.

"Sasuke Uchiha, one venti macchiato."

He pushed himself off the wall and headed over to the counter. He saw his cup being set down and reached for it as he looked up—and stopped in shock. There she was, bright green eyes as wide as his own. His heart gave a little jump at the sight of her.

"You're not at the register today," he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Nice job, Uchiha. Way to state the obvious, he told himself. She probably thought he was an imbecile now. …Not that he cared what she thought about him!

"No…" she said warily. Yup, definitely thought he was an idiot.

What was it about her that was leaving him so tongue-tied and stupid? It was Naruto's fault, putting all those ideas about love in his head. No way was he leaving her thinking he was like that.

"Guess they decided to take a risk," he said with a smirk. Much better. Much more like himself.

He turned and left, a little jaunt in his step. He took a sip of macchiato and glanced back. He chuckled as he watched Sakura throw her hands up in the air before turning to make the next drink. He barely even noticed the smile stealing across his lips, let alone the way it stayed on them as he entered his office building.

A/N: Part two! From Sasuke's point of view this time. ...I think someone doesn't want to admit to something...

As Vladimir from Anastasia said "Oh! An unspoken attraction!"

Again, this one is based off a prompt from tumblr: I'm a busy businessperson and my barista keeps misspelling my name in increasingly disrespectful ways, honestly, who does this person think they are AU