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Coffee?
He came into the small coffee shop at least three times a week, or that's what Jonathan had collected about him so far. He would walk in, give a shy smile, order a vanilla latte, and then retreat back to the corner booth where he always sat. He wasn't a social guy, that was for sure, because every time Jonathan attempted to make small talk, the other man would just laugh or shrug it off.
He had to be new to the city, because Jonathan hadn't seen him around before. He was a new, cute face that graced the coffee shop three days out of the week, and Jonathan had yet to even catch his name. He was usually too preoccupied with something else to ask, or he was just too shy. As the local barista, Jon knew everyone so when this new face showed up, he wanted to get to know the man instantly.
Dark hair, dark eyes, short and buff, the stranger was adorable to say the least, and Jonathan found himself thinking of him most days. It had been about two weeks since his first visit to the shop, and Jonathan decided right then and there he was going to take it upon himself to get this guy to talk to him. After all, it couldn't be too hard, could it?
It was wednesday, and almost time for the stranger to make his appearance for the day, and for the second time that week. Jonathan, however, was prepared this time. He waited at the counter for him, the coffee shop unusually slow today, and a small smile graced his face when the bell on the door chimed, signaling a new customer. "The usual?" He inquired, and the stranger nodded with a small grin.
Jonathan prepared his vanilla latte diligently, except this time when he was done, he took a black marker and wrote in his chicken scratch handwriting on the cup. He knew for sure that this would definitely get the stranger's attention. So he gave him his latte, and watched as he retreated back to his same corner like he normally did. And Jon watched him carefully, hoping he would notice the handwriting soon enough.
Evan sighed as he finally finished off his vanilla latte. He had come into the cafe to get some much needed work done, but instead focused all his time on the barista who had kept an eye on him for some time now. He was trying so hard to make it look like he wasn't staring, but oh, it was obvious. Of course, he was cute, but why in the hell would he be looking at Evan this whole time?
That's when some black smudges on the cup caught Evan's attention. Right there, scrawled in barely legible handwriting read: Hey cutie, what's your name? Evan could feel his face heat up as his head shot up and he made eye contact with the barista once more. The man was smiling at him, a full on toothy grin, and Evan couldn't help but to smile back.
"It's Evan, by the way." He called out in the near empty shop.
"I'm Jonathan."