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Lovino curses under his breath as he rushes toward the new coffee shop that opened a few blocks from his apartment building. He hasn't been there yet, but according to some of his co-workers, and from what he’s seen on social media, the place makes great coffee. He checks his watch, the timepiece dangling loosely on his wrist before he picks up speed – he's late. For Lovino, it's nothing new really. He's been late to his job everyday since he’s started. His boss, who is also his grandfather let's it slide, with the reasoning that he expected Lovino's lackluster work ethic. Well that and if he let Lovino go, his grandson would never find a job again. Sad but true.
He can feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, probably his brother texting him to find out where the older Vargas is. He ignores the message and enters the café also known as Churros Con Café. Lovino snorts at the tacky name hoping that the coffee isn't as bad as the owner’s choice of branding. He takes his place in the queue and watches the barista as he takes and distributes the orders.
The barista is a tanned twenty-something year old man with emerald green eyes and an unruly mop of hair. He's full of smiles and is way too happy for the time of day. Finally Lovino makes his way up to the counter ready to order when the barista greets in his cheery voice, "good morning and welcome to Churros Con Café. My name is Antonio, what can I get you?"
His words are spoken with a Spanish accent Lovino notes. His too-loud for this time of day tone gives him a migraine just above the left eye. So, more irritated than he initially was, Lovino gives his order to Antonio, though the Spaniard's expression doesn't change at all from what must be its cheeriest setting. Lovino gives his name as Antonio writes it on a cup and then moves to the side allowing the person behind him to place their order.
Antonio slides the coffee to the counter with his ever present smile. Lovino takes it then sends a last glare at the Spaniard before exiting the shop.
He's nearly finished the coffee by the time he makes it to the office – half an hour late. He slumps down in the office chair and sighs, attracting Feliciano's attention. His younger brother stares at him until something else catches his eyes and he begins giggling.
Lovino glares at him confused until Feliciano nods toward the cup. Lovino drops his gaze toward the cup and begins fuming when he sees what's so funny. In a barely-legible scrawl where he half expected to find Lovino is Romano. The older Vargas brother can feel his frustration skyrocketing and before he can stop himself he shouts. "THAT DUMB COFFEE MAKING BASTARD!"
Needless to say after his outburst, he'd received some funny looks, not that Lovino cared.