Chapter Text
Timotheé usually woke up around 6am every morning so he could open the coffee shop that was a block away from his apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. He had been working at Luca’s for the past few years while he was in school. The owner was an eccentric Italian man who REALLY loved espresso.
He doesn’t remember the exact day when the blonde stranger walked into the coffee shop but he remembers what the weather was like. It was a warm day for March in New York. Timotheé enjoyed his walk to work that day more than he had in any recent days. He had a feeling that something good was about to happen. Was he going to get an A on his last paper? His professor in his film studies course was a real hard ass and he was nervous that his assignment on Christopher Nolan’s “The Dark Knight” would get marked down for not being “historical enough” (Professor’s words, not Timotheé’s).
That day Timotheé was manning the register as he normally did. He was caught up in rapping along to the Kid Cudi station playing through the shop when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up and saw a 6’5” model standing in front of him. At least he should have been a model if he wasn’t one already.
“Hey man. What’s good here?” said the stranger as he locked eyes with Timmy. He noticed the deep blue pools of them seemed to fit perfectly with the green lakes of his own.
Timmy stuttered for a second before responding. Not believing that this Adonis was actually speaking to him. The last time anyone halfway decent looking had walked into his shop he spent the whole time chatting up his sister Pauline.
“Um hi there. Well we have a blend from Colombia that’s pretty good. We also have a pourover from Ethiopia if you like a little bit of a darker roast.” Timmy had started fumbling with the strings on his hoodie that he was wearing. A large white “A” was embroidered on one side of the black hoodie. “What do YOU normally get?” said the handsome customer. It felt like they were alone in a room together and no one else mattered. “Well, you can’t go wrong with the pourover honestly,” said Timotheé. “Okay, I’ll have that then. How much?” “That’ll be $4.50”
Timotheé took the cash from the customer and started on the pour over. He tried to focus on the process he had done a million times. Boil water, grind coffee, place filter, add coffee to filter, and then start the pour. For some reason he kept getting distracted. He felt like he was being watched. He turned around and saw the customer looking at him. “Did you need help with something?” Timmy asked. “No, I just like watching you guys work. You probably know way more about this stuff than I do.” Timmy shrugged “I’ve just read a lot of books. I like to read a lot especially on topics I’m interested in.” Timmy finished up the pour over and handed it off to the customer. “Thanks for coming into Luca’s” Timmy said “Come back soon!” It was the same greeting he gave standard to every customer that came into the shop, never thinking twice about it. That’s why it took him by surprise when he heard the man shout “Oh, I will be” as he left the shop.
What
the hell
just happened.