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"Here's your coffee, sir. The price i-"
"Okay Mattie, it's 6:25. I'm done for the day," Lovino announced, turning off the coffee machine and removing his apron. "See ya later."
"Wait, what?" The blond turned around to see the Italian folding up his apron. "You get off at seven. And even if you were done for the day, couldn't you at least finish the drink you were making before you leave? You literally turned off the machine halfway through."
"Okay, first off all, I came thirty minutes early today therefore it cancels out. Second of all-"
"No, tha-"
"A bup a bup!" the brunet cried, raising his index finger up. "Let me finish. Secondly, I am done. Why would I continue to make coffee for you guys on my free time when I literally could be doing anything else? So you guys can profit off of my free hard work? No thank you! I'm in America okay! The land of opportunity! But that doesn't mean that you guys have the opportunity to make me do any type of forced labor that you please. That is not what I agreed to when you offered me this job, what am I saying, begged me to take this job because you needed me! Now, I know why! Because no one else would want to face such hard and unfair cruelty! I am off the clock and you can't make me work until four o'clock tomorrow!"
Matthew stared at his friend for a second before raising an eyebrow. "You done?"
"Yes, yes I think I got my message across just fine," Lovino responded, crossing his arms. "Just fine."
"Okay well, number one, you did not come here early today, that was me. I called you this morning and you just said something about a forest and Arthur and hung up. You came an hour late."
"Oh." The brunet paused for a second. "Well, it was so fucking long ago who can even remember anymore?"
"Me. I can. You came late."
"I don't need any of your sass right now, Mattie!"
"Whatever. Number two, you had already told the machine what to do. After that, you literally just stand there waiting for the drink to be finished and then give it to the customer. It really isn't that hard and I certainly wouldn't call it forced labor."
"You were gonna make me do it against my will and you weren't even gonna pay me for it! That sounds pretty forced to me if you ask me!"
"Technically, you're still suppose to be working so you were getting paid for it. And all you had to do was carry that coffee and ring it up at the cash register. Now, we have half a coffee order just lying there at the machine. And even if you were done, why couldn't you just let the machine finish the drink?"
"I don't know, I just assumed you could finish it later."
"Later? Do you not see the amount of flaws in that scenario? I don't even know what type of drink you were making and I pretty sure you wouldn't have told me on your way out."
"How do you know? You don't know my life! You don't know me! I could've done that just fine on my way out. I could've been strolling out of the shop and be like 'Bye Mattie! I"m on my way out. B.T.W. that order I didn't finish was a frappe with extra whip cream for that red head right there'. See? You can't just go around making such frivolous assumptions!"
"You do realize that even if you were to tell me the order there's no possible way I can program our machine to make half of a coffee order right? The cup would just overflow. I might has throw it out. You just wasted coffee."
"What, no! Don't you dare blame this on me! This is all your fault!"
"What?" Mattie asked, surprised. "How on earth would this be my fault?"
"You never told me that this machine couldn't make half a drink!"
"I didn't think I had to. To be honest, I never thought a situation like this would ever arise. I mean, I figured you would just have the decency to just finish the order."
"Excuse me? I have plenty of decency, okay? Loads of it. None of this had any to do with any fucking decency! You know what? I have an idea. I know what we can do to solve this problem."
"What?"
"Just give it to them like this."
"Like what?"
"Half done."
"What, no! That's stupid. We can't expect them to pay full price for half of a coffee!"
"Just make it half price," the Italian shrugged, not really seeing the problem.
"You know who would pay full price for a drink?" the customer behind the counter asked before pointing his hands towards himself. "This guy! Can I please pay for my drink now? I've been waiting for like five minutes."
"Sir, we are trying to have a conversation. You drink is gonna come, just wait a fucking second! It won't kill you, I swear. And if it does, I will personally plan your funeral, I swear!" Lovino finished before turning his attention back to the Canadian. "Some people, am I right? Now Mattie, we good?"
"No."
"How about if I say I'm sorry? Would we be good then?" Matthew paused for a moment.
"Really? You'd say that?"
"Would it make you feel better?"
"Well, yeah," the blond said with a smile.
"Well too fucking bad! If I said I was sorry then that would imply that any of this was my fault and none of it was! It's your fault for not telling me. It is basic managing 101!"
"No, it's just common sense Lovino."
"Common sense?" the Italian repeated, a bit taken aback. "You don't think I have any common sense?! Please, my sense is more

common than yours will ever be!"
"Yeah well- wait, what?"
"Ha! No response I see," Lovino smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. "Cause you know I'm speaking the truth. Here, take this," he said, shoving his apron into the blond's arm before making his way from behind the counter. "I'm out of here. Be back tomorrow at four."
"Wait, Lovino!" Matthew cried, reliving what he just said. "What do you mean four? You start at ten A.M every day."
"Eh, let's just say noon, okay?" the brunet tried to reason, turning back around.
"No, let's say ten. I need you at that time Lovino."
"Mattie, I'm trying here. You have to be willing to compromise with me."
"What? When I hired you, you agre-"
"Lovi!" Antonio cried, running into Lovino and shoving him over on the floor. "Lovi!"
"What! The! Actual! Fuck!" the Italian cried, looking at the Spaniard with anger. "Is me not being physically injured irritate you or something?"
"What, no!" Antonio began, frantically trying to apologize. "Lovi, it's no-"
"No seriously, I wanna know," Lovino said, getting up and staring accusingly at the man. "Because last time, you threw a hot drink on me fucking twice in a row! Like literally during the same minute! Now, you co-"
"Lovi, I'm trying to say that I-"
"Now, you come here just to fucking shove me on the ground! What kind of sick and twisted fucked up mind do you have?"
"Lovi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I did yesterday and I certainly did not mean to knock you down just now. I guess I'm just a little nervous about our date. I didn't want to be late, you know, in case you got off early or something and I didn't know if you lost my number or anything and couldn't reach me so I just decided to co-"
"Whoa, slow the fuck up!" Lovino cried, trying to catch everything the spaniard was saying. "Did you say something about a date?"
"Yeah." The Italian waited for him to evaluate further but he just stood there with a happy-go-lucky grin on his face.
"Us? A date for us?"
"Yep," Antonio said, smiling even larger. "You asked me out earlier today, don't you remember?"
"I did not do that!" Lovino paused for a second. "I mean.. I don't think I did." He turned to look at Matthew. "Mattie, did I do that?"
"I have no idea really. I've been kinda busy trying to run a coffee shop here," Mattie replied, throwing out the half drink that Lovino had made. "You know the one you're not helping at all with. I should-"
"A simple 'idk' would've sufficed. I don't need your fucking life story." He looked back at Antonio. "Nonetheless, I'm at least 99 percent I would never ask a creepy stalker and pervert like you out! You know what? Now that I'm thinking about it, you probably made it all up in your head and now you're trying to commit some of your voodoo magic on me to try to believe that I actually agreed to go on a date! I bet that box you're carrying has some voodoo doll that looks like me inside or something!"
"What?" The Spaniard looked down at his hands, forgetting that he had brought Lovino a gift. "Oh no. I promise it's not that. It's just that I was so happy when you asked me on a date. You know, for a while, I thought you didn't like me but-"
"I don't like you! At all!"
"Oh stop that," Antonio chuckled, playfully pushing Lovino's shoulder. "You keep saying that one day I may actually believe you, you know. As I was saying before, once you asked me out, I knew you liked me. I was so thrilled, I wanted to get you something. I know couples usually get each other flowers but I have a feeling were not gonna be just another usual couple so I wanted to do something a little outside of the box."
"So you got me a wooden box?"
"What, no. Well kinda. It's a specially hand carved wooden box with a very unique surprise inside." He handed the box over to Lovino. "Here, I really, really hope you like it." He paused for a second and looked down to avoid the Italian's gaze. "But I'd understand if you didn't, I mean, this date was so last minute I don't know if I really had time to make sure this was the perfect," he admitted shyly. "I just thought, I don't know, maybe something else w-"
"Just fucking shut up already!" Lovino cried harshly, rolling his eyes. "Why does everyone today think I wanna know their life story. Let me at least open the box and then tell you I hate it then you can continue having your fucking little pity party." He opened the wood box and peered carefully inside, not fully sure what to expect. Inside, he saw six ripe, plump tomatoes. "You got me... tomatoes?"
"Yeah," Antonio said half-heartedly, detecting faint signs of disappointment in the man's voice. "But there not just any tomatoes, there from-"
"Mama's garden..." the brunet realized, smiling a little. The spaniard looked up at his crush and grinned widely.
"You know her?"
"She's got the best tomatoes around. I've only had them once but it was the best tomatoes in America. But how'd you get them?"
"I know somebody who knows somebody's cousin who has an cousin three times removed who knows a butcher who knows a dentist's son who is married to a firefighter who has a niece who has a teacher who knows one of her employees." He paused for a moment. "Or wait, was it somebody's cousin who knew a butcher who had a cousin two times re-"
"A bup bup. Don't care. What I really wanna know is even if you know all these people somehow, how'd you get it so fast. I literally know people who have waited half a year for these tomatoes."
"Well, it might've cost me a small fortune," Antonio chuckled nervously, rocking on his feet. "But hey, for you it was worth it." Lovino looked at the box then back at Antonio.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why am I worth it? We've only met three times before. What is it about me that's so worth it? You don't even know me!"
"Well then give me the chance; let's go on our date," the Spaniard suggested, offering out his hand.
"Oohoohoo, he got you there Lovin," Peter chuckled as he made his way out of the cafe. "Now you have to go out with him."
"What the fuck? Didn't you come here earlier?! And will you stop fucking calling me Lovin?! That's not my name!"
"You know what, you're right," the blond agreed, stopping in his tracks and turning around. "It should be Lontonio.. or maybe antovino. Aww, it doesn't matter, I'll think of a better one later. I just ship it so hard!" he squealed. "You two enjoy your outing now, you hear?" he finished, sending them a wink before he left the cafe.
"What the- Mattie?!" Lovino turned around. "Mattie, did yo-"
"Yes, that did just happen," the Canadian sighed, making another cup of coffee.
"So he rea-"
"Yes, he called you Lovin and shipped you with that guy."
"Dammit Matthew! Let me finish a fucking sentence! I expe-"
"Don't care," the blond said swiftly.
"Don't- don't care?! DON'T CARE? Matthew, you're supposed to be a passive, quiet Canadian! You're not allowed to have any sass!"
"Hmmhmm."
"I said stop!"
"Whatever, just go on your date already."
"Yeah, just go on your date," Peter said, entering the cafe again and walking past the Italian on his way to the counter. "Don't leave him hanging like that."
"What the hell?! Didn't you just leave?!" Lovino asked.
"Well, excuse me, I just wanted to get some more coffee," the Sealander replied, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't know I had to explain myself to you. Gosh, some people have no boundaries," he finished, turning back around to face Mattie. "Hi. It's me again. Listen I want some more coffee but not that much. So I just wanna order half a cup of coffee, mmkay?"

"Half a cup of coffee?" the Canadian asked incredulously. "Are you sure? Can't you just take a smaller size of coffee than your usual large?" Peter just stared at the barista for a second before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"Ah, silly, silly man," he began once he down to only chuckling. "Of course. It's elementary, my dear man. Your guys' large is 20 oz, your medium 16, and your small 12. And then you have an extra small which is 8 oz. So there is no way to fill a smaller size than a large with the 10 oz. of coffee that I desire. And plus, I just like the feel of the big coffee cup in my hand. Makes me feel like I'm important, like I need all that coffee to stay awake to get some really important and significant work done today."

"Um, okay. Problem is that we don't make or sell, half cups of coffee."

"Well why ever so not? I, personally, think that would add to the originality of your cafe. I mean, have you ever heared of a coffee shop that sells half cups?"

"I-"

"No, exactly. Surely I am not the only person who has ever wanted to buy coffee but didn't want to drink a whole large one but still wanted the feel of holding a big cup to make then feel significant. This must be a problem you're constantly having to deal with."

"Um." Matthew hesitated for a moment. "No, I think you're the-"

"Exactly, so you see where I'm coming from. Listen, we'll talk more about this later, I need to be somewhere soon. Just get me my half cup of coffee for me right quick and I'll be on my way."

"We don't-"

"Right quick for me Mat," Peter smiled. "Right quick."

"But- uh just forget it," the Canadian sighed, turning around. "The usual?"

"Hey, it's okay though," Antonio grinned, turning Lovino's attention back to him. "I'll wait for you, I don't mind."
"What?" The Italian turned his attention back to the Spaniard and saw that he was still offering his hand. "Why?"
"Because I like you. So, what do you say? Are you ready or do you want me to wait?"
"I- I don't want you to do anything! I guess I'll go with you but it's not a date!" Lovino declared, slapping the older man's hand away. "It's just you buying me food and me eating it with you while you may or may not be also eating food. Got it?"
"Got it!" Antonio smiled. "Let's go," he said, snatching the brown-eyed man's hand and running outside. "I have the perfect place in mind."
"Yo, this is not a date!" Lovino yelled, trying to keep up while attempting to loosen the man's grip on his arm. "Let me g- umph!" The Spaniard accidentally pulled him into a man and made him drop the book he was holding but he just screamed sorry and kept going. "Hey, watch where you going, you stupid silverette! Almost made me draw my mama's tomatoes!"
"Yeah, well you made me really drop my book-" The man paused for a second. "Wait, Antonio?"
"Hey Gilbert! Gotta go! Lovino is going on a date with me!" His friend cried in reply.
"Wait, you know this bastard?" The Italian asked incredulously. "And I told you, I'm not going a date. You're just giving me free food cause I'm starving."
"Eh, close enough."