Chapter Text
Inside a cafe
vince settles down in a seat in his usual café, having his usual order; Jasmine tea with some pastries added. Truly a way to spend your afternoon. Just to sit back, relax and do your school work while at it.
As he calmly sips tea from his cup and goes back to writing his essay thats due well.. Today. As gentle rain falls down the café windows in a calming sound. The café door opened quietly, the only sound coming from it was the small windchime.
As vince was engrossed in writing his essay, he felt the air around his table somewhat, soften as somebody took a seat across from him. He glanced up and look who it is! Levin. How had he even found him? Rather, how had he even known about this cafe?? Levin didnt seem to be the type to go to niche cafés and sit in calming silence to vince.
"Hey vince, didnt expect to see you here!" levin greeted, quite suprised to encounter vince in a café,
"Hm." Vince simply hummed, not paying much attention to whatever levin had to say
".. Oh hey, you like jasmine tea too?" He said, gesturing to vinces' cup. "I thought i was the only one who liked it in this city! But, maybe i just havent met anyone who liked it?" levin whispered in a hushed voice, as if it was a crime to even like tea in the first place
"You.. like tea? Pff- you like tea??" Vince snickered at the thought of levin elegantly drinking tea with his pinky up! It was a hilarious sight, honestly. But hey, atleast vince isnt the only one on the jasmine tea lovers club.
"I dont seem like the guy who drinks tea to you??" Levin asked, genuinely confused.
The answer to that is no. He looks like hes part of multiple gangs and would be the leader! well, maybe that description is a bit too far to describe him but its the truth!
"No.. Not really." Vince replied, a hint of amusement in his voice
"well congratulations! I like tea!" Levin said, waving both his hands in a silly manner.
Cute.. Vincent thought to himself, it was weird for him to feel this way for the same gender, right?
Right..?
For the next few hours, they sat at the same table in a cafe, drinking tea and eating sweet pastries while working on their essays, making jokes with eachother and laughing together.
together.
It looked like.. A date. But it wasnt! vince swore it wasnt. But why did their time together feel so intimate, so warm, so.. Real?
Its surely just friends being friends.
'Im sure of it.'
As they were about to part ways outside the café, levin called out to him and jogged over. "Vince! Hey, wait!"
"Whats up.?" vince said, head tilting just slightly to the left.
"Uh.. W-whats your uhm.. socials?" The other man asked.
A guy? whos totally his type? and is also his seatmate? and maybe also his only possible maybe friend?? asking him? his socials? Sounds like a dream come true!
"Oh, right! its totally fine, my instagram is @barelyvince and my twitter is @monthlycab. Did you.. Get that.?" vince revealed.
"Ohh okay, okay! I'll just uh.. add you when i get back to my dorm." levin said, the nervousness obvious in his voice.
"well.. See you next saturday and sunday?" Vince said, his voice hinting the same nervousness levin had.
"yeah, next saturday and sunday." levin assured him
Maybe this was all a dream and he'd wake up soon! Or not...??