A hundred letters, a trans-Atlantic flight, and two espresso's later, Thomas sat in a small local coffee shop that was told to be at his pen pal. He was late, but if the timing of Newt's letters were anything to go by, the Brit took his time and care in everything he did. That or Newt got too nervous and bailed on the meeting, not that Thomas blamed him. He felt sick to his stomach and wanted to give up on the waiting game. Newt definitely had the advantage in the get together; he knew what Thomas looked like where Thomas only knew that Newt was blonde and this was Newt's hometown where Thomas was the foreigner. One of the barista's he noticed working when he arrived sat in a chair across from him with two cups and two blueberry muffins in hand. Thomas looked enviously at the muffins, wishing he had something solid in his stomach.
"I thought you might want one," the guy said suddenly. He tossed the larger of the two pastries into Thomas chest unceremoniously. Thomas frowned at the situation, unsure what to make of the employee in front of him.
"Thanks?" Thomas muttered as he placed the muffin next to his drained cup. A fresh espresso was placed next to his food with an accompanying smile from the guy.
"I'd have been over here sooner but these idiot high school kids have no sense of responsibility or sense of punctuality. I had to wait until the ever loving pain in my arse finally decided to come to work," he rattled off quickly. Thomas tilted his head to the side in confusion at the explanation.
"I'm actually waiting for someone," Thomas said slowly, much to the obvious amusement of the barista.
"I know you are, hence why I apologized for my tardiness, Tommy," he responded. Thomas' mouth fell open as realization washed over him. He looked Newt over, happily taking in his thin, lanky frame. "You are cuter in person than the pictures you sent. Taller than expected, too."
"Nice to meet you too, Newt." Thomas smiled as the name rolled out of his mouth. Newt's eyes lit up at the sound and moved to sit next to Thomas on the loveseat.
"We've met. I believe you mean nice to finally see me," Newt corrected. Thomas chuckled and cautiously leaned against Newt.
"Just as snarky as your letters. Sounds better with a British accent." Newt leaned his forehead against Thomas head and breathed in the mixture of the scent of his shampoo and his own unique scent. He definitely could get used to this feeling over the next few days.
A/n: This was done upon request for caramel, and I'm still open for requests as usual!