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Sirius is twenty-three years old and he has already made a successful and breathtaking acting career. Literally breathtaking as there wasn’t a day a breathtaken fan wouldn’t come up to him and ask “Is it really you? May I have a photo?!”
It was fun only the first three months. Then Sirius got tired and was thinking about buying a red wig and ridiculously big sunglasses. James managed to cross out the red wig from the shopping list.
Sirius pulls a hood over his head, straightens his sunglasses and pushes the door into the coffee shop which is about to close in 5 minutes. But, God, if Sirius doesn’t have his grand latte with double hazelnut syrup… The door doesn’t open and Sirius notices embarrassingly that there is a large sign on the door. Pull.
There is a handsome barista right about his age standing at the till and Sirius can swear that he saw that barista guy rolling his eyes at him.
“Grand latte with double hazelnut syrup and…” He looks up at a large menu hanging across the wall to choose a dessert. He can’t see anything in these fucking glasses. So, Sirius takes them off leaving at his chin and glares at the menu for a long fifteen seconds. Then he suddenly remembers why he bought these glasses in the first place and pulls them back up on his nose. Sirius looks at the barista suspiciously. Remus—if the name on his badge is correct—just gives him a flat look and turns over to the coffee machine without even waiting for Sirius to finish his order. “And a muffin. The blueberries flavored one,” Sirius adds.
Such an attitude outrages Sirius to the core. Shouldn’t they have some kind of staff etiquette where the workers are to smile at their clients and spread good vibes icing everything with stars and confetti?
“Here’s your coffee,” the Remus guy says indifferently and places a plastic cup at the table. Not even passing it into Sirius’ hands!
They stare at each other for a while. Then the barista takes out a blueberry muffin and puts it next to the drink.
“ Do you really not recognize me? ” Sirius asks in bewilderment, still not very pleased with the way customer’s service goes around here.
Remus looks confused. For a split second. Then he scoffs and lifts his right eyebrow.
“I do. You are the asshole who barges in here right before the end of my shift. Oh, and you are going to hang around here for the next half an hour!
Sirius hears his own shocked gasp.
“How dare you…You are…I am—I’m Sirius Black!” he squeaks indignantly.
“Right you are. And I am David Bowie” Remus bites. “It will be six eighty, Sirius, ” he teases.
Sirius throws a ten quid at the till, grabs his cup and muffin and storms quickly to the door. He pulls it, then he notices a huge Push sign on it and leaves the coffee shop with the barista laughing at him.
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Remus watches his last (God, please have mercy on him) customer leave and a slow realization dawns on him. He grabs his phone and looks for the photo of the most well-known actor in his country. He stares confused at the picture of a smiling Sirius Black, the guy he saw only three minutes ago. Right here. In his coffee shop. He needs to call Lily.
“Evans, I’ve just been rude to the Black. What should I do?!”
In the meantime, Sirius calls his agent/best friend.
“James, the prettiest barista in the world has just been rude to me. What should I do?!”