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Everyday Connor got him coffee. The first time it happened Hank could only stare at the coffee.
"Lieutenant?" Connor asked prying Hanks eyes from the cup.
"The fuck is this?" Hank asked picking it up. In large curvy writing was Connor.
"Coffee? You enjoy the drink. Do you not?" Connor titled his head, the way he always did when confused about his behavior.
"Yeah. But where the hell did you get it?" He turned to see the label, The Roasted Bean. He knew that name. Where has he seen that name?
"The coffee shop around the corner." That's where. "I do not understand your confusions."
"Why did you get it?" He asked and for a moment the androids face looked flushed. But it was gone quicker than it came.
"I was passing by and thought you'd like some. And besides, I believe it is common to get things for your loved ones without reason." Then he just went back to fucking work.
The kid says he loves him and he just goes back to work.
Hank looked back at the coffee once more. "Thanks." Even though he said it quietly he knew Connor heard it. If it wasn't the nod back it was the shit eating smirk he had on his face.
It soon turned into an everyday thing. "You do realize that we do have a coffee machine here? And that we can use it for free?"
Connor turned to the break room then faced him again. "Yes. But whenever you drink that coffee you say, and I quote, 'Dirt taste better than this shit.' And beside, It brings me pleasure to buy you coffee every morning."
Then Hank got even more confused when he came back from his lunch break one day.
"Alright Connor what the actual fuck?" Hank asks when he spots the cup on his desk. "Why do you keep getting me coffee?"
"Because. I am." Connor said with his eyes almost wide. As if he was hiding something.
Hank stared. Connor stared right back. Finally Hank sighed. "Whatever keeps yah happy kid." And went back to work.
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After a couple of weeks of getting two coffees a day, Hank walked in to see no coffee. He looked around to ask Connor why he hadn't gotten coffee to see he wasn't in the precinct.
"Where's Connor?" He asked aloud for anyone to answer.
"He took today off." Jane called from behind him.
That's when Hank remembered. "He has a physical."
It was a new thing Cyberlife started doing. They started using these stores and factories as doctors offices for them. They even started the yearly physical. Just to make sure that everything was working right.
"Fuck it. I'm going to get me some coffee." He said aloud because he needed coffee, an there was no way he was ever going to drink that break room shit again.
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As he walked into the cafe he frowned. There was no one in here. Why the hell did it take Connor so long to get him his coffee then?
"Hey Connor! I was starting to think you weren't com-" The baristas stood frozen in her spot.
She was human, he was pretty sure, she had dark brown eyes and dark purple hair. She was probably around 5'4 and had thick black glasses on. She was.... without making Hank sound creepy, cute.
"You're not Connor. Sorry, what can I get for you?" She regained her composure and stood at the register.
"It's fine. I'll have a mocha with soy milk and no whipped cream." When he finished his order she froze again and looked at Hank.
"Are you Hank Anderson?" He nodded. She smiled. "Well I have your coffee right here."
She turned around and picked up a cup with Connors name written in the same curvy font as it was everyday. "You had this premade?"
"Well Connors in here every morning. And he asks for the same thing, every time. For you." Hank nodded once more.
He looked at the girl once more then snapped out of his thoughts when a car passed by. "What do I owe you?"
"2.17" She said and opened the register. That was pretty cheap for a mocha. So he happily paid.
"Thanks." He said and picked up his cup.
"Oh wait!" Hank stopped closer to the door. "Are you going to see Connor before your lunch break?"
"I don't know. Why?" He asked walking back up to the counter.
"Can you give him this?" She handed him a flyer. "I know he's really into older music."
The flyer was for a four day music festival. The first day, this Thursday was for 1990s to 2010s Friday was 70s to 80s , Saturday was 50s and 60s, and Sunday was for 30's to the 40s.
Maybe he would go to.
"Will you be there?" Hank asked, he didn't know why though, maybe he knew Connor would ask.
"I'll probably go one of the days. Most likely Saturday or Sunday. I like that kind of music." She said pointing to the days over the counter.
"Thanks for giving it to him for me." She said and turned to go back to work.
"Welcome." He said and left. His head running a million miles per hour.
Who was that girl?
How did she know Connor so well?
Why had he not mentioned her?
Suddenly he stopped right in his tracks.
Connor had a crush!
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