Veg note: OK trying my hand at a one shot shorty...excuse any typos. They are completely mine as I have done very little editing and I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could actually manage a short and get it posted all in one night..

Enjoy

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Kirsten the barista hated the Sunday morning crowd. It was full of emo wankers who either bitched about the web access being slow while milking their one and only cup of Americana, stood on their chairs trying to get the 'best' picture of their mocha and biscotti for which they would spend way too much time applying filters and hashtag the hell out of it or sit at their tables and vlog about the latest fashion trends seen on whatever carpet had just been walked up. All ostentatious bullshit that drove her nuts.

The emos didn't tip, the food gurus bitched about their not being enough poppy seed to cookie ration and the fashionista wanna-be's flicked their long, fake hair extensions all over the place. Why she continued to work at this place was beyond her.. Though the hours were generally good and the owner only sometimes tried to peek down her top when she was wiping the tables clean.

Jessica was the only other good thing about the place. She was her best friend for who knows how many years at this point and was her roomie to butt. They shared a tiny, little walk up about 2 blocks over that was rent controlled…a rarity in this day and age and they loved the city of New York.

Mixing stuck up coffees for all these fidiots was just a way for her to stay here and enjoy the crazy city. For a few hours each day, she came here, farted around with her bestie and snickered behind her hand at the crowd of the most irritating bunch of jack asses the work could spew out.

Jessica gave her a hip check as she walked by pulled Kirsten from her musings and she turned around and swatted at her with her dish towel.

"Are you even listening to me?" Jessica rolled her eyes

"You lost me at 'OMG, do you know what Craig did?' after that I pretty much blanked out." Kirsten replied and a smirk on her ruby red lips, flicking her long, dark braid over her shoulder.

"Oh my god, you are such a bitch." Jess shook her head.

"Oh you know you looooovvve me." Kirsten batted her eyelashes all dramatically. "Besides, you know how I feel about that dick wad."

'I know, I know but he has such a great…" Jessica's sentence trailed off.

"Has a what? Great personality?" Receiving no reply, Kirsten turned to her friend. Coffee cup seaming in her hand as she passed it off to one of their regulars.

Jessica whacked her arm a few times with the back of her hand.

"OK, I get it. You like the guys ass but do you really have…"

Jessica yanked on her hair and caused Kirsten to yelp. "Ouch, Jessica. What the fu…" as she spun around on the spot and all thoughts in her head ceased.

The bell above the door chimed a merry jingle as the sexiest thing that ever graced the face of the planet stepped into the coffee house. "Oh thank the powers that be…" Kirsten whispered, fanning her face, "He's back.."

Warn, brown leather creaked across his broad shoulders as he lifted a thickly muscled arm and plucked the dark aviators from his face, revealing the warmest, richest mahogany eyes Kirsten had ever seen.

Heat suffusing her cheeks as her eyes wandered from the top of his gorgeous midnight black hair, down his muscled limbs and unbelievably trim waist, over low slung designer jeans that hugged thick, tight thighs to the tips of his scuffed combat boots and back up again.

The shadow of a beard darkened the strong line of his jaw and the easy smile that curved up his perfect lips made her knees week. This.. this right here was why she continued to work at this shitty place. Screw everything else.. If she never lived to see another day after today she would die happy just by serving this dark haired Adonis a cup of crappy, overpriced coffee.

As he strolled up to the counter, tucking his glasses into the pocket of his plaid shirt he met her eyes and his smile widened. Jessica sank her elbow into her side. "I call dibs." she whispers.

Kirsten picked her jaw off the floor and pounced on her friend. "Hell no! You got Craig.. This one is mine." And shoved her friend out of the way, jumping behind the register so she could ring in his order. She plastered her best 'Please take me home with you' smile on her face and puffed up her b-cups.

"Welcome to the Steamed Bean. Can I take your order?" Please let me have your children, she tacked on in her head. Right here on the counter. I don't care, the emos can watch.

The voice that greeted her ears almost made her lose it right there at the counter. The soft baritone of it sent shivers down her spine all the way to her toes and a heat lit up her insides. "Hey, um.. I'd like a venti chai latte and a venti cappuccino- heavy on the expresso, please."

"Right away. Can I offer you one of our signature biscotti?" She pointed to the glass covered tray beside her. "Best in New York"

An arched brow as he looked at the baked good nearly sent her to the floor. Who had brows that epic?! Really, and that charming little scar didn't detract from his appeal in the least.

"Best in New York, huh? Well,I can't very well pass that up can I?" The smirk.. Oh god that smirk.

Hold it together girl, you can do it, "Sex.. erm sorry I mean six or would you like a baker's dozen?"

Dark and incredibly handsome chuckled at the slip up, a light red bloomed across his the top of his high cheeks but he didn't comment on it. "Let's make it a dozen.. They look really good and I skipped breakfast."

"Sure, coming right up." Nearly tripping over her own feet she scampered about and bumped in her room mate.. Erm what was her name? Right, Jessica, who handed her a take out container for the baked goods and got to grinding the beans for the expresso shots.

"What name should I put on this?" She asked grabbing up the necessary paper insulated cups and breaking out a sharpie.

The hotness shrugged, "V is fine" and pulled his wallet from his pocket.

Kirsten smiled wide and put the black permanent marker to use. Finishing up his order, she tucked his drinks into a tray and handy it to him.

"What do I owe you"

"Oh, it's on the house. Special of the day." She said, leaning over the counter

"Uh… thanks." Came a slightly confused response as he collected up everything. "Appreciate that."

Turning, his back to the counter he weaved his way through the line up towards the door and Kirsten - like every other red blooded woman in the place, even the emo ones - watched as he went. That was a fine back side if ever she had seen one.

She continued to watch as he pushed open the door and stepped outside, fanning herself as naughty thoughts that would be better left at home danced through her head. Just as the line was starting to get crusty with the barista's lack of attention, Jessica came over to her.

"So… " She almost begged for details.

"I think I lost my virginity all over again."

Jessica gawked at her.

"Oh.. and I wrote my number on his cup.."

"Oh you sly fox." Her friend barked out a laugh. Eyeing the next customer that was looking at their watch as if the thing could change the course of history and make the women behind the counter better employees. "Shit, I sure hope he comes back again." Jessica sighed dreamily

"Me too" Kirsten sighed back and turned around to face the hordes.

8-8-8

Virgil stepped out from the coffee shop and expertly made his way through the traffic to the Audi R8 parked at the curb. Setting the cup tray on the roof and holding out the bag of sugary goodness to the love of his life, he leaned in for a kiss.

Kay lips curved up in a secret smile as she took the bag from him and peeked inside. "Mmm biscotti, my favourite."

"Weirdest thing happened..?"

"Oh?" She asked with a quirked brow.

""Barista gave me my order for free.. Said it was the special of the day." He pulled his cup from the tray and leaned back against the sports car beside her.. "How a place can stay open if they give everything away is beyond me." He pondered and took a sip of his hot beverage.

Kay watched him and blinked, lips pursing a bit in displeasure as she watched him raise the hastily scrawled upon cup up for a sip. "Really? I wonder why oh why they would do that...?" She knew damn well why, her own eyes going down his fine form and she blushed as she thought about why they had missed breakfast this morning.

"No idea.. "

Leaning up again she placed a kiss on his cheek and rolled her eyes as she sneaked a hand into his pants pocket to snag the keys.

Virgil sucked in a breath as her questing fingers found things other then his keys. "Tanusha.." he growled, eyes darting around.

Kayo laughed as she freed the keys and darted around the car. "Come on, oh clueless wonder. We gotta get back before Scott's head explodes."

Virgil just shook his head, he would never understand the opposite sex. Grabbing up the coffee tray he slipped in the passenger seat beside her and off they went with a squeal of tires.