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It was Saturday, and your alarm was yelling at you to get up, it was 5 am, and your shift started at 6. You worked the morning shift when you didn't have school. You hated how you had to get up early again on the weekends, but you needed this job and finished your shift by noon. So you start to get ready, you put on a bit of makeup, make yourself a fast bagel and smoothie, brush your teeth and head out the door. You like to walk to work as it wakes you up for what is going to be a long shift; people are insane about their coffee, but there are many friendly people, and you meet a lot of them. It makes the job worth it in the end. Little did you know you were going to meet a particular person today.
You worked at this cute little family-owned coffee shop in New York, and you loved the people you worked with. You're in the shop by 5:55. Thank god the place was only a few blocks away. You greet your co-workers, clock in, and wash your hands. It's pretty slow at this time in the morning on a Saturday. You make yourself a large coffee and sip it while you wait for things to pick up. You had customers every few minutes, most of them are laid back and mainly were people who worked, just wanting a simple drip coffee and they were on their way, but there was a rude lady, it soured your mood for a bit, but you just moved on, the guy right after she was excellent and tipped five bucks! You thought it was crazy because his order was 5 dollars. You're standing at the register and talking to your co-worker Jasmine, she is a few years older than you, and the two of you start to make small talk.
"So, how have you been?" you ask her. You didn't see her that often, only at work.
"I've been good, and not much is happening at the moment, just school and work, really."
You grab your coffee to sip and say, "same."
The two of you chat for a bit. It's just small talk and catching up a bit, but your life isn't that interesting, in all honesty. You were at your local community college. You wanted to get the general education college requirements out of the way first and finish your degree at NYU. You really couldn't afford four years of NYU. It was insane. You worked to pay for community college and hopefully a bit at NYU. Otherwise, that was it. You didn't have many friends, no boyfriend or girlfriend. You always thought you never had time, and that's why you didn't have one, but honestly, you wanted one. You were a bit jealous of all your co-workers who had significant others.
"You saw spiderman on the news last night. He was stopping this armed robbery. It seemed cool but scary. He's insane for doing that, honestly," you hear your co-worker Jasmine say.
You were a bit too busy for the news, but you thought spider man was cool. He was a dude who did so much for New York and never asked the people for anything, you weren't a super fan like some people were, but you appreciated what he did.
'Nah, dude, I didn't. I was busy. I had a class that day, work, and then went home and did my homework, but I bet it was cool." So you look up and see a customer coming in. It was an older lady.
"HI! What can I get started for you today?" You ask with a smile on your face.
"A large latte, with almond milk, and a blueberry scone ." She says in a whisper, you barely caught her order.
"Alright, that will be 9$," You say as she starts to dig up a bit of cash in her wallet, it's taking a long time, but you didn't mind. You were a very patient person. So she eventually handed you 9$.
"Thank you for coming in! Your coffee will be ready shortly." You say and smile at her again. She just ignored you. This is normal. You don't care, a bit of time passes, and some young man comes up to you and asks you for a rag and says someone spilled their coffee. You looked over, and wow yeah, someone spilled a lot of coffee. There was a huge mess. He explains that he saw an older woman spill it. You sigh to yourself and grab a rag. You grabbed a few to be sure you could wipe up all the coffee and didn't have to go to the back to grab more. You ask the woman who spilled her coffee if she could move, and she doesn't. She just looks at you, you ask her three times, and she finally moves so you can clean up the mess, and you looked down and saw it was also all over the floor l. You were going to need to go to the back again. You take a deep breath and get ready to clean up this mess when you hear from behind you,
"Here, let me help you." It sounds like someone young, definitely not one of your co-workers, and you see, it's a young man probably your age. He's tall, has dark fluffy hair, and holds a skateboard. You thought to yourself, wow, he's cute.
"No, no, I couldn't ask that of you!" You say, waving your hands.
"No, really, let me help. My aunt always tells me to help others. She would want me to." He says with a smile.
"Alright, thank you, I appreciate it." You hand him a rag.
You ask him, "So what's your name?"
"My name is Peter, Peter Parker." He says again with that adorable smile. You laugh at him telling you his full name.
"Well, nice to meet you, Peter Parker im Y/N," and you point to your name tag.
You continue to wipe down for a few seconds.
"I'm going to grab the mop to clean up the floor." You say as you stand up and walk towards the back, grab the mop and walk back to the font. You finish cleaning up and ask him what he wants, he tells you, and as he's holding his wallet, you say it's on the house.
"No, I can't accept that. Let me pay." He says, trying to pay you.
"Nope, im not accepting that, and it's thanks for helping me clean that up im just passing on the favor." You smile at him, and a minor blush forms across his cheeks.
You write down his order and his name, "Peter Parker <3."
He grabs his coffee and sits down. You continue to take orders and make coffee. Finally, you look up, and Peter is still there, and you smile to yourself. Eventually, your shift comes to an end, and you clock out. As you leave the back, Peter was leaving as well. He holds open the door for you, and without a word, you go your separate ways.
It was Monday night, and you were closing today. Your shop was open until midnight, however by 10 pm, it's pretty empty except for a few people, mainly just students cramming for school. One young girl was in the store, but she was packing and leaving. So it was only you working at this hour. The owners really couldn't afford more than one person working late at night. So you put on some of your music and clean up a bit, trying to leave right at midnight. You're wiping down the counter and hear the door open. Out of habit, you look over and welcome the person in your store. It was spiderman??? You were very confused, wasn't he busy? Why is he coming here? Do you think anyways he's just another customer… yeah.
"Hi, what can I get for you?" You say with your customer service smile.
"Uhm, what do you recommend," he asks you.
"Well, what do you like? There's a huge range to make it sweet or strong. We also have these drip coffees" You point behind you to the two options, medium and dark roast.
"Hm, surprise me." He says. You're unsure what emotions he has, with the mask covering his face. Was he smiling, or was he annoyed? Yeah, you're overthinking this.
"Alrightspidermanman gives me a moment." You say as you walk over to the espresso machine. You make a latte with a bit of mocha syrup and an extra shot.
"Here you go, it's a bit on the sweet side, but there's an extra shot in there it's going to help balance out the mocha syrup, and also don't worry about it. It's on the house. It's the least we can do for you, keeping our city safe and all." You hand him the coffee, and your fingers brush against one another. l
"Thanks, Y/N." It was weird when he said, yeah, you weren't a super fan spiderman-man said your name. His voice sounds a bit familiar, but you see and hear a lot of people throughout the day. So you're probably just confusing yourself. He's just standing there looking at you, his mask is lifted over his lips, and you try and make some small talk.
"So what is spider man doing at this coffee shop on a Monday night," You ask him and lean on the counter.
"I-I was just swinging by and wanted some coffee. It's already been a long night. Why do so many people try to commit robberies with knives and guns? I don't want to be stabbed or shot" He slumps a bit.
"Yeah yeah, very relatable, I get you." You say in a sarcastic tone. He lets out a little laugh.
"So sorry if I'm boring you." You can tell he's sarcastic.
"You think it's going to be a long night tonight for you." You ask him.
"Not sure it's been crazy, but you never know, I mean, it doesn't get boring when there's a lot of crime, but sometimes I'm tired." He finished his coffee. "Oh, and thank you, this was good! I'll come by again."
"Alright, stay safe out, spiderman-man. I'll see you around." You wave bye to him, and once he's outside, he swings away.
Wow, ok, that was crazy, you thought to yourself. You want to tell someone, but you don't because they would assault you with a million questions. So it will be your little secret.