Lame Pickup Lines

Summary: Everyday Kirron stops by the coffee shop for his little cup of joy to make it through the morning, but everyday a certain Barista seems to be the one serving him. She's annoying, gets his name wrong every time, leaves terrible pickup lines of him, and really doesn't seem to be able to take a hint, but Kirron wouldn't have it any other way.

When Kirron stepped into the coffee shop located not far from his apartment he was immediately greeted with the pleasant scent of coffee beans and baked goods. The white haired young man looked around as he walked up to the counter, the shop was rather empty as it had only opened a ten minutes or so again. Kirron was always here early to avoid the lines that built up in the morning rush as everyone waited for their little cup of joy before heading to work. Kirron was the same, wishing for a cup before heading to train at the dojo a few blocks away. His dark lavender eyes settled on the female only a year younger awaiting at the register. He only sighed to himself, wondering what the sandy blonde female had in store for him today.

"Morning Emily." He mumbled still rather sleepy.

"Morning my good sir! What can I get you today? The usual I presume?"

"Mhm" he hummed, pulling his wallet out to count the money he needed to pay. Emily grinned, leaving him to begin to get his order ready. It was no secret to anyone at this point that Emily had a think for the daily customer, especially since she intentionally made sure she was working resister around the time he normally came in. Of course, with her usual bold and not so subtle flirting tactics, Kirron new all too well of the girls attraction. He had the give her props though, he'd never had someone so forward yet so lame drop hints like she did.

Emily had finished with Kirron's coffee and he payed as usual. Emily retuned, with his coffee and muffin. Kirron took his coffee and muffin in hand after paying, leaving soon after to finish his small breakfast while on his way to the Dojo. Emily's azure gaze followed him out, a hint of disappointment in them as she realized hadn't noticed the scribble of her hand writing on the napkin she'd handed him along with the blueberry filled baked good. She huffed, leaning on the counter with a small pout. "I'll get you next time." She muttered to herself.

Thankfully for her the message she'd left had not gone unnoticed to the pale boy. He sighed slightly upon reading the sentence. "I find you appealing." He read silently to himself, his eyes settling of the doodle of a banana. "This doesn't even make sense? Why did she pick this one?"

The next week was spent the same way. Emily would leave some lame pickup line on Kirron's coffee or napkin, leaving him to either cringe slightly at the lameness that was her pickup line or rolling his eyes at the cuteness some were. This little game Emily had begun to play with him had stated months ago, but still she never outwardly asked or said anything to him. He supposed she liked messing around like this than pursuing her other options, of course, he didn't mind this either.

Monday rolled around rather quickly and again Kirron found himself waiting for his usual coffee. "Yesterday I got my name wrong." He mentioned as he counted his change.

"Did I now?"

"Unless my name is Karen, then yes you did."

"I get them wrong on purpose you know." Emily replied. "You looked, like everyone else, looked so bothered the first time I misspelt it that it's too much fun not too."

"You're terrible."

"And you're hot." Kirron smirked with a small laugh as Emily caught herself at the end, she turned with an embarrassed red spreading across her face. It had slipped out so casually, and she was left to try and cover it up. "Haha, I mean this coffee is pretty hot, so be careful!" She laughed, handing him the cup and presenting to him the note scribbled on the napkin as always. Except this time Kirron didn't leave right away. Instead he set the coffee down, unfolding the napkin and reading aloud what she'd left written in sharpie.

"H-hey you're supposed to leave and then read it!"

"I might as well call you google because you have everything I'm looking for." He stated, "It's so lame, I hesitate to call it cute." He commented, looking up to see a slightly displeased Emily, who was a bit mad that he'd broken their little routine.

"Everyday you write a lame pickup line on my napkin." He observed, watching her roll her eyes slightly.

"So?"

"Why don't you write something else to give to me?" Kirron watched the blonde with a slightly mischievous glare.

"Uh, like what?" Emily questioned apprehensively.

"Your number." The young man grinned. Emily's eyes widened a bit, the embarrassed flush now replaced the tint of a blush on her cheeks.

And So, Kirron left that morning with the young barista's number, leaving the future opened up for something interesting to come. Who know's? Maybe after a date of two they'd end up together? Of course, even if that were true, Emily wouldn't stop leaving her lame pickup lines for him every morning.

And another short something. I had a lot of fun writing this one actually! It's slightly inspired by a little something my best friend and I do, we leave lame pickup lines for each other and get a kick out of just some of the ones we find to swap back and forth. Anyways, I don't normally write romance kind of stuff? So, i'm hoping this came out well?

Kirron belongs to Charmpanda, thanks for sending him in!