theme # 35- coffee shop
"Pull over," Suguru muttered into Hiro's back. Hiro threw a glance over his shoulder and then pulled the motorcycle over. It was the first day Suguru had finally allowed Hiro to take Suguru to work. And on his motorbike, no less.
Hiro raised an eyebrow as Suguru threw a leg over the motorcycle and got off, pulling his helmet off too. He started walking down the sidewalk, grumbling to himself. Hiro hurried after him, but didn't say anything. He had learned the hard way that Suguru was not a morning person despite how he acted at work.
They entered a small coffee shop and Suguru went to the counter, raising a hand to cover his yawn. The young girl- her name tag read Hikari- smiled and then leaned on the counter. "The usual, Suguru-kun?" she asked.
Suguru gave her a sleepy, yet dark look. She giggled behind her hand and walked away. Suguru then turned to Hiro. "Want anything?" Hiro shook his head and then turned to Suguru.
"You come here often?"
Suguru was quiet for a second before he replied. "Every morning."
Hikari came back and then slid a large cup filled with…something that had a large mound of whipped cream and caramel on it. Suguru grabbed it, inhaled the smell like a crack junkie, and then placed some money on the counter. Hikari took it, put it in the till, and then said, "See ya tomorrow Suguru!"
Suguru merely waved a hand, already sipping at his drink, and walked out of the shop. Hiro followed. "This is the only way you get all the way up in the morning, right?" he asked, recalling how Suguru would make coffee on the days he stayed over at the guitarist's place and then down several cups of it, before acting normal.
Suguru nodded and then turned to Hiro. "Only way to deal with the insanity at NG." Hiro nodded but then chuckled.
There was a spot of whipped cream on Suguru face and he said so. Suguru lifted up a hand and attempted to wipe it off, but missed.
"No, down."
Suguru missed again, and Hiro could see annoyance creeping into the sleep-laden eyes.
"Here." Hiro reached forward and brushed away the whipped cream. He let his hand linger and then drew his thumb down so it was caressing the edge of Suguru's jaw.
Suguru leaned into the touch, eyes shutting, but Hiro pulled away, laughing. "You are not falling asleep out here!" he said. He remembered how many times something like that would happen- without the coffee- and then Suguru would fall asleep on him.
Suguru glared at him but then started off towards the motorcycle, still sipping his coffee.