Poet!Rufus and Waiter!Sting in a modern setting.
His smile like the sun so very bright
illuminating every room with his light
there's no chance for a victorious fight
but I shall try to resist him with all my might.
Rufus only realized where his thoughts had floated off to when he finished writing the last line. Instantly, he put his pen down and brushed the back of his hand along his forehead. It was hot outside, truly, but his stray state of mind was to blame on something, or rather- somebody else.
He looked over to the bar where he could find the blond man he'd written about just now. His hair was spiky and he was wearing one silver earring that looked really pretty on him. His smile was as bright as he had described it to be in his poem. Rufus was very sure that this guy managed to lighten up every person's mood.
Wasn't it weird to write about him? He did feel weird right now, almost like some kind of stalker even though he knew that this was ridiculous. Then again… what poet had ever not written about a love interest of theirs or love as a subject in general? None.
Nevertheless the long-haired man put the piece of paper away, sighing at himself. Surely this waiter would take no interest. in a man like him.
So Rufus almost felt like his heart jumped right out of his chest in shock and (positive) surprise when suddenly Sting Eucliffe, the waiter, stood next to him and brought him his previous order.
"A stracciatella cappucchino with a dash of cream, good choice, Sir." The blond smiled at him.
Rufus nodded, still a bit caught off guard and at the same time cursing himself for being in such deep thought, but then he smiled back and took the cup. "Thank you."
But the waiter didn't leave immediately.
"You've been here very often lately, haven't you?"
He… had noticed? Oh god. Now was that good or bad? The poet didn't know. "Yes. I'm enjoying this coffee shop's atmosphere a lot." Hah, yea, the atmosphere it was. Actually though, it wasn't a lie. He just… didn't tell everything.
"That's always great to hear," Sting beamed, happy about the compliment. He loved this job, loved meeting new people and this man had caught his special attention.
They kept smiling at each other for one more moment before somebody else required the waiter's attention and left Rufus with a weirdly positive feeling.