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" It's nearing 9, be prepared for the night customers. Fighting, everyone! "
One of Mob's male co-workers cheered, lifting the current shift's energy and mood. Mob sends a quick, short smile as thanks to their co-worker who in return gives a thumbs-up.
Now, why did he take the risk of possibly raising a flag? Well, long-story-short he managed to find a part-time job where the staff or co-workers aren't affected by the ' BL World ' they live in. They're one of the few people he's met that shows actual normalcy (in his standards of normal in a BL trope-functioning world).
He moves to wipe the next coffee table when he suddenly pauses, feeling a prick at the back of his neck. Mob continues to wipe off the table, trying his best to push away the feeling of someone watching him. He moves to sanitize another table and he sees a customer watching him intently at the corner of his eyes.
' Oh, so it's that customer again. ' He lets out a quiet sigh, said customer was one of their most recent loyal customer in their branch. The customer would always enter the shop wearing the same caramel sweater and messy, peach hair obstructing their eyes. Peach boy (he had dubbed thee) would always sneak glances in his direction or try to ' inconspicuously ' watch him by hiding his face with a face mask or behind the laptop they carry.
Mob rolled up his sleeves to avoid having it get wet while washing off the dirty rags. (He swears he heard a phone camera's shutter went off). Drying his hands he moves to help with the orders but then his name gets called.
" Hey Mob, can you man the counter for a sec? Gotta go on a bathroom break, hehe. "
Mob blinks, " Yeah, sure... " he takes over the spot on the counter. " Thanks, man! "
He waves him off with a tight-lipped smile, trying his best not to show his discomfort at the oncoming situation he's about to face. Half-lidded eyes filled with dread once he sees Peach boy stand up from his seat and walking towards the counter.
He kept his eyes on the touch-screen monitor in front of him while his inner monologue takes off.
Knew it. I somehow managed to raise a flag by working as a barista, I should've been more careful. Now look what's happen to me. And now he's coming here, just my luck. What did I even do? Like, wha- what flag was even raised? Cleaning tables? Mopping the floor?? Burning my god damn hand on that triple shot espresso???
Mob raised his head, mentally preparing himself to deal with Peach Boy.
" Ah, Mob. I'm not late for the part-time application, am I? "
Mob's head swiveled towards the entrance, there stood in all his sly, charming glory his knight in shining armor, who in a recent and unexpected development, became his apartment roommate. " Oh, Toujou. You just missed our manager and you're literally 3 hours late from the schedule, lol. "
Toujou smiles sheepishly, " Haha, today's been a bit hectic for me. I got caught up with my last paperwork and I had to print out my resignation letter outside the building. "
While Toujou was speaking he could see Peach boy glaring at the back of Toujou's head. Peach boy pouts and moves back to his seat, Mob internally lets out a sigh of relief.
Flag successfully dodged. Thank you, Toujou. シ_ _)シ
" -anyways, are you going to continue staring at that boy over there or are you going to take my order? " Toujou's tone and sly smile made him pop a vein.
" The usual, right? " Mob says through gritted teeth, his insincere smile amusing the other. " Yes. "
Mob pressed a few buttons and put his hand out, deadpan eyes glaring at Toujou who simply put the money on the other's hand with his usual public-use only, smile.
" One pumpkin spice latte, coming right up. "
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Mob says goodbye to his co-workers after closing the cafe. Toujou was waiting for him at the side of the entrance, " Let's go? "
Mob nods, adjusting his grip on his bag and sipping on his coffee jelly. They both start walking towards their apartment.
Toujou hums, they continue to walk in peaceful silence. He raised his cup and took a gulp of the coffee, he makes a grimaced face.
Slowly, he turns to Mob who was browsing on his phone nonchalantly. Toujou glanced back at his cup of coffee and squints his eyes accusingly back at the side of Mob's head.
" What the hell did you put in my pumpkin spice latte? "
" ...deez nuts- " " You motherfuc-- "
Mob had never ran so fast in his entire life.
Character notes:
Touma (Peach boy) - 185cm, pouty, gentle. Finds cold-looking baristas cute. 〃’⊥’〃)