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Sam stood waiting in line, tapping his foot as the lady in front of him droned on and glanced at his watch. He was going to be late for class if they didn’t hurry up. Finally the woman left and he stepped up, giving his order to a short guy with golden hair who looked up at him with a flirty grin.
“What’s your name?”
“Sam.” He stepped to the side as the guy went about making his drink and another barista stepped up to take the next order. Sam lost himself in his phone until his name was called. The golden haired barista handed him a cup with a saucy wink. Sam chuckled and started walking to his class.
The barista had been cute. Longish golden brown hair that looked ridiculously soft and golden eyes that practically danced with mischief. He had a stocky, well rounded build and was at least half a foot shorter than Sam’s impressive 6’4” stature. He seemed playful and the very opposite of his ex-boyfriend. Speaking of whom, the prick was sitting in Sam’s usual seat in class, leaving him to either sit next to the blonde or take the empty seat in the back where he wouldn’t be able to hear a damn thing. The man simply smirked as he caught Sam’s eye. Glowering the whole way, Sam sat next to the blonde. He couldn’t let his grade suffer because the other man couldn’t accept the fact that they’d broken up.
“Hiya, Sammy.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You never used to mind.” He had a devilish grin, one Sam used to find immensely attractive but now it just made him want to punch the asshole.
“Fuck off, Luce.” He said, turning his attention to the teacher who’d just walked in. He staunchly ignored the piercing blue eyes that continued to stare at him.
“What’s that on your cup?” He asked, yanking it from Sam’s hand. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” He read the words aloud. Sam hadn’t looked at the cup before, thinking it just had his name written on it. He flushed slightly at the words the golden eyed barista had written on the paper cup.
“Just a joke.” He snapped, snatching the cup back from the blonde.
“I should hope.” Luce sneered, “That’s utter crap.”
“Mr. Novak, would you please refrain from speaking in my class.” The professor snapped, cheering Sam up that Luce got yelled at like a misbehaved child.
The rest of the class passed peacefully enough. Luce pouted quietly in his seat, occasionally shooting glances Sam’s way. Sam though had trouble listening to Economics, he was too busy thinking about the words scrawled across his cup in sloppy, loopy letters and the man who’d written them. Was the man flirting with him? Or was it just a joke? Perhaps he did stuff like this on a regular basis just to mess with people? He decided right then and there that he’d be stopping there on his way to class the next morning.
“So who wrote that?” Luce asked as they were packing up.
“I told you it was a joke.”
“With who?”
“None of your damn business. You were always too fucking possessive.”
“Because. You. Are. Mine.” Luce growled, hand clutching Sam’s arm painfully hard.
He yanked his arm from the man’s grasp, growling out his response. “Not anymore. Leave me alone.”
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Over the next week he figured out the barista’s schedule. He stopped every morning, hoping to get a look at the guy. After finding him busy in the back most of the week, Sam was beginning to think that it had just been a one-time event and though he was a little disappointed, he wasn’t surprised.
The next Monday he stopped in for his coffee, pleased to see his little crush standing bored at the register. The little bell dinged above the door and he saw the short guy perk up at the sight of him. Logic told him that he would’ve been happy to see any customer, but a small part of his brain believed that the man was happy to see him specifically. He gave his order and the shorter man took his money and hurried to make the drink. A few more people came in after him and another man came out of the back of the store to help.
“Sammy!” The barista sing-songed his name. Sam grimaced at the nickname. The man handed him his drink before hurrying back to work. Sam looked down and smiled at the words written on his cup. I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away. He hurried off to class, careful to sit as far from Luce as he could. He sighed as he settled next to his friend.
“Hello, Sam.” Cas grinned, looking up from his book.
“Hey, man. Your brother is driving me bat shit.”
Cas looked over at the blonde sitting across the room glaring at them. “I’m sorry, Sam.”
“It’s not your fault he’s a psycho.”
“I did try to warn you.”
“And I should have listened to you, Cas. Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.” He pulled out his books and settled down. “Although, look at this.” He handed over the cup and watched as Cas read over the words.
“I do not understand. Why would CPR be necessary in this situation, is ‘you take my breath away’ not a metaphor?”
Sam laughed, “It’s a pickup line, Cas. It’s not supposed to make sense.”
“What is the point of it then?”
Sam shook his head. “It’s to show someone that you’re interested in them.”
“Why don’t they just say that they’re interested in a person?”
“I don’t know how you deal with Dean.” Sam laughed again. “You have so much to learn about pop culture.”
“Why must I learn that?”
“That way you don’t have to be confused.” He took back the cup, sipping the hot liquid.
“Who wrote you a pick up line on a cup of coffee?”
“A guy in a coffee shop. It’s the second time he’s done it too.”
“And this expresses his interest in you?”
“Yep.”
“Why does he not just tell you he is interested? That is how Dean asked me out.”
“Cas, Dean attempted to flirt with you and hit on you for months before he gave up and asked bluntly.”
“Really?”
Sam laughed until the professor began class.