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There he sat. The most goddamn attractive man Dipper had ever seen in his entire, pathetic life.
Casually, the younger boy stepped into the retro cafe, wincing as the door slammed shut behind him. Of course, this had to draw the attention of nearly everyone in the cafe. Including him.
Who then looked up.
And fuck he had the most beautiful eyes.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Dipper knew he should have turned tail and left the moment he laid eyes on the beaut in front of him. But, like the rest of his life, he screwed up.
So, stepping forward slowly so as not to trip, he walked past that gorgeous man and to the barista counter, unaware of the eyes following his as he moved. With slightly rosy cheeks, he approached the barista with his order.
An apple cider. Because coffee was fucking disgusting. Thanking the barista, he shuffled to the end of the counter.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" A voice interrupted the silence behind him. "I haven't seen this much snow in quite a few years." It gave a low chuckle.
'Oh, fuck me over with a chainsaw,' Dipper thought to himself, before turning around to face whoever it was that thought Dipper might be a good conversationalist. 'No, really, dear god. That is a fucking hot voice.'
Who he saw, however, was something like a worst case scenario. Of-fucking-course it had to be that super attractive man he saw on the way into the cafe.
The man's eyes seemed to pause for a second upon seeing Dipper's face turning towards him. "Pinetree?"
The spell broke. "Excuse me?"
The mystery man was silent for a seemingly endless time, before breaking into a large grin. "I was gesturing to your hat, but unless you have something else you'd rather me call you..."
"Dipper. My name is Dipper."
The blond beaut seemed to mull the name over in his head head for a while, before stating unabashedly that he thought Pinetree suited him better.
There was a moment of awkward silence, understandably because Dipper just had someone tell him his name didn't fit right on him, before the barista called out his order.
"I, uhh, I have to go. You know. My food and all." Great. Dipper just had to make things even more awkward.
The man was a little taken aback, if not kind of disappointed. "Uh, right. Yeah, sure." He coughed into his hand. "I'll see you around?"
"I guess, yeah."Dipper turned to leave, before thinking better of it. "Hey, what's your name?"
"William Cipher, but you can call me Bill."
Dipper hummed softly in recognition, before turning around fully to face the barista. “I’ll see you around, Bill.”