for meet cutes day two - writing pick up lines on the coffee cup

insane house comp [flirty]

writing club [character appreciation - brother; showtime - im not that girl; liza's loves - the flirt]

798, by google docs

Not going to lie, I love the blond of your hair, but I think it would look better with my fingers pushed through it x.

All Scorpius wanted was a coffee, not a mystery. Who the hell wrote this on his cup? How dare someone hit on him with a terrible pickup line and not even give him a number?

Scanning the baristas, Scorpius only saw two girls, both with red hair. One of them had her hair in a neat bob and the other one had a mass of messiness. He marched over to the one with the bob, who rolled her eyes when she saw him come over.

"Did you write this?" he asked, showing her his cup. Her name tag read Lily.

She read the cup and laughed out loud. "No," she said, "but whoever did is a keeper."

Frowning at her, he took his cup back and went to the other female barista, who's name tag read Rose. She shook her head at him as her approached.

"Sorry, I'm going on break. Ask someone else," she said before Scorpius opened his mouth.

"Did you write this?" he asked anyway, pushing his coffee cup into Rose's face.

"No, I just make the drinks. I don't do any writing," she said, not even bothering to read it.

Rose left Scorpius fuming over his coffee. He took an angry sip while thinking.

So it was one of the male baristas? Or a customer?

He need to find out who it was of he was going to go insane over this.

You look great and all, but do you know what would look really good on you? Me. Steal me away, mate. ;)

That was… straightforward.

Scorpius frowned at his latte, then walked over to the redhead with the bob again—Lily.

"Did you see anybody write on my cup?" he asked, pushing in front of a customer.

"Hey, don't cut!" the indigent customer complained.

Scorpius ignored him, instead showing Lily the newest pickup line.

"No," she said, snorting as she read it. "He's right though," she said, nodding to the customer behind him, "Wait your turn."

Hey, I've been wondering: what's your favorite silverware? Because I'd like to spoon.

The gall of this person. They didn't even know each other!

He decided if neither of the girls was writing it, he had to ask the guys. He headed over to the only one on duty, a boy with messy black hair.

"Hello?" Scorpius demanded, heading over to where the guy was. He looked up from the drink he was making and Scorpius was able to read his name tag: James. "Did you write this?"

Scorpius handed him the cup, and James read it, a smirk on his face.

"Nope. I'm smooth, but not that smooth." James handed back the drink and returned to making his drink.

"We, l who else works this shift?" Scorpius asked, feeling his eye start to twitch.

"Lily and Rose," he answered simply.

Brilliant.

Did you order milk with your coffee? If you did, it sure did your body good. If you didn't… damn.

Milk? Why milk?

Scorpius did not order milk, thank you very much; he's lactose intolerant. If this is whoever's way of saying that they added unsolicited milk into his coffee, Scorpius didn't want it.

He decided, instead of demanding a new one, he was just going to throw it out. He didn't even have the energy to deal with this person today.

Want to sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that pops up?

Scorpius was definitely blushing. So this person was a boy, probably. Fine, cool. Except he asked the only male barista.

Scorpius definitely was going crazy. It was probably whoever's plan to make him crazy.

"Hey," he said, gripping his cup tightly. He walked over to where James was standing, not really doing anything; it was a slow day. "What other guys work here?"

"I don't know," he said, giving Scorpius a concerned look. "I mean my brother Albus is always here, but he doesn't officially 'work' here."

"Can I meet him?" Scorpius asked, a lightbulb going off in his head. If this 'Albus' was always there, he could easily be writing the notes on his cups.

What a sleaze.

James rolls his eyes and goes into the door behind the counter marked employees only. He comes back out with a shorter boy, who looks almost identical to him, but with green eyes, glasses, and freckles.

"Hi, you wanted to see me?" the other boy asked, approaching Scorpius. "I'm Albus."

Scorpius shoots him a glare and gives him his coffee cup.

"Did you write this?" he asked. He doesn't need a response, though; Albus' face lit up immediately as he read the note.

"Maybe."