Baz couldn't believe this.

Actual Simon Snow had just walked into his coffee shop, looking beautiful as ever, copper hair shining in the sun coming in through the window. However, in a stark contrast to the rest of his appearance, The smirk Snow wore was enough to make Baz ache.

Baz was awoken from his Snow-induced trance when his co-worker Levi's bony elbow lodged itself underneath his ribcage.

"Wake up, Basilton, you're drooling," he said, pretending to be annoyed and tossing his head so that his mop of straw-like hair flipped itself back.

"So, I'll just be..." Levi glanced left and right for a distraction. "Checking the milks' expiration date of you need me."

He proceeded to the mini-fridge under the counter, crouching down and making sure his back was to Baz before pulling out his phone and starting to text. He didn't even open the door, for God's sake...

"Um, hey."

Baz jolted.

"HE-y. Hey." He tried to recover.

"So you're Baz."

Snow gave him an appraising look. Baz didn't want to admit how heavily his heart beat under his gaze.

"Yeah," he answered simply. "You're Simon."

"Mm."

Baz panicked. Snow wasn't nearly as talkative in real life as he was in his videos! Was Baz expected to start the conversation? What should he say?

"So can I get you a drink or are you just here to talk?"

Fuck, that came out ruder than I thought it would, Baz thought, horrified that he'd even said it. Luckily, Snow just smiled.

"Wow," Snow said, raising his eyebrow. "You're the same person in videos and in real life. Cool."

"And you're not," Baz retorted, and then added, in a softer tone: "But that's cool, too."

"I am the same. You just don't know it yet."

And with that, Snow dropped a hot pink sticky note on the counter and left, with his hands in his pockets and another one of his cocky signature smirks.

Outside, Simon was freaking out.

He'd finally worked up the courage to go inside; he'd had the whole thing planned out, and he'd panicked! He didn't even order a drink! He couldn't believe how ridiculous he'd sounded in there; he just hoped Baz wasn't thinking the same thing.

Inside, Baz was freaking out.

It was like someone had snapped their fingers and made his dreams come true, just like that. Simon Snow had just flirted with him, and gave him his number, and basically invited him to hang out, kinda. Baz held the sticky note in his hand, staring ahead into the nothingness and rubbing the numbers under his thumb.

"So...that went well," Levi commented, while scrubbing down the counters.

Baz didn't reply. He was still in shock.

His mind was already running on overdrive, trying to decide when would be the most acceptable time to call. After work right? No, too soon. Closer to dinner would be better, just make sure it's not too late...

"...even listening to me?" Levi asked, eyebrows furrowed. He waved his hands in front of Baz's eyes, causing Baz to glare angrily. "Earth to Basilton!"

"What?" Baz said evenly, trying really hard not to lose it, but only because he knew he'd been spacing out.

"I asked if you'd cover for me for a few minutes while I go call my girlfriend real quick. Geez, that boy's really getting to ya, huh?"

With that, Levi sauntered out, leaving Baz alone with his thoughts. Had Snow gotten to him? Yes, that much was obvious. But what if that wasn't what Snow meant?

New fears and paranoias entered his head, and Baz attempted to shove them out as best as he could. Surely Baz hadn't read the situation wrong? Walking into someone's workplace with a mysterious smirk and your number on a pink sticky note didn't exactly sound like a 'just friends' kind of thing. Still... Maybe Baz should hang low for a bit. Just until he could figure out whether Simon was just trying to be his "bro" or whatever it was straight gamers called themselves.

Either way, Baz was sure he'd be okay with it. He needed some friends, and if it turned into something more... Who'd he be to stop it?

Penny launched herself from the couch the second he slid his key into the lock.

"Did you do it?!" She demanded, practically shouting.

Simon winced.

"Yes."

"And?!"

"Uh..."

Penny's face went from "excited friend" to "concerned mother" faster than Simon could even process. She ushered him to the couch, and enveloped him in a big hug. "What happened?"

"Nothing, Penny, nothing bad, it just..." He searched for the right words. "Didn't go as planned, that's all."

Penny's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "He said no?"

"No, he didn't say anything. I think he was surprised," Simon admitted. Maybe he had come off a bit too strong.

"Huh. Well, I guess that can't be helped," Penny sighed, standing up and walking to the kitchen. Simon could hear the tapping of her sock feet on the tile. "At least he has your number now. He'll call if he's interested."

But Simon couldn't seem to make his insides stop knotting and twisting up. He's been hyped up on adrenaline earlier, but now he was coming off it and worry was starting to set in. Simon decided he needed to sleep his problems away, so he shuffled off to his room, where he could hide under the covers and ignore the world for a while.

A good thirty minutes later, Simon emerged from under the covers, face flushed from the heat and annoyed that he couldn't seem to fall asleep.

He had assumed that the stress caused from(kind of) asking someone out combined with how anxious he was about when Baz would reply would be the perfect recipe for a nap, and yet his "body screamed "not tired!" even as his mind was about to pass out due to exhaustion.

Simon decided to check his phone, maybe watch a few videos (Was it weird to watch Baz's videos now that he knew him in real life?) when a text came in:

Unknown Number: Hello, Simon? so I was thinking

Unknown Number: Movie?