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Ianto's POV:
,,Ugh, not even the universe wants me to have a good night sleep,“ I say, with eyes still glued together as the sun shines into my face, „I hate waking up.“ With all my will to live a life, I stretch my arms, then my legs. I sit on the bed, open my eyes, suddenly I get up, go to the window and: „Fuck off universe,“ I close the blinds and go lie back in the bed.
As I’m laying down my eyes wonder to my alarm, It’s 7:00 am. My shift starts at 8:00, walk to work takes about ten minutes, which lefts me with fifty minutes. I have yoghurt in fridge, that takes about 3, brushing teeth, let’s say I’ll be precise and that’ll take 5, put some clothes on well 10, that’s still 30 minutes! Man I’m gonna take minimally ten more minutes of sleep.
After 20 minutes I wake up. Now I kinda have to get up. I get up, dressing at the end takes 20, because MY FAVOURITE JEANS ARE DIRTY AS HELL! And guess what, I didn’t know that, so I had to make a new outfit. I found some cute pair of black pants, pink shirt and finished the look with oversized black hoodie over it. Meh, I look kinda hot. I go to kitchen to eat the blueberry yoghurt, drink apple juice and quite literally run to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I quickly put deodorant and oh god I have short stubble, it looks horrible, I look at my watch: „Fuck that, no time,“ I remind myself. I, yeah you guessed, ran to put on shoes. Ok, keys? Yep, earbuds? Yep, phone? Yep, happiness? No? Ok everything in normal. I finally get the hell out of my apartment, put earbuds in my ears and listen to my favourite band ABBA, yes, I am a fangirl of ABBA, shut it. Yes, maybe I was dancing a little on the way, but I got to work at the end, 5 minutes late, but who tf cares.
I work in a little coffee shop named: „Our history“. I love it here, people are nice, coworkers are nice, it’s sounds like fairytale, just my prince is missing, lol.
„Ianto you’re late, again.“ Toshiko says, she’s a perfect girl, engaged to an idiot, aka welcome to reality. I give her a big sarcastic smile and go for my apron. I work behind the counter, boring, yea I know. After about three hours of work something interesting finally happened.
I was casually looking at the cash register, gave a quick look at the customer, so quick that I haven’t even noticed that he's breath-taking.
„Welcome to Our history, how may I help you?“ A question I already said minimally hundred times, or it felt like that in the past 3 hours.
„American coffee, thank you,“ I look up at the man, because of his strong American accent, which is not something I would hear everyday, since I’m in Cardiff, it is playful and my gaydar almost exploded.
„Of course, sir. That’s a beautiful American accent, sir. Are you from there?“ Ok, this is my prince. I found him. He smiles. Such a handsome man with a perfect smile.
„I’m from far away, sir,“ he says, oh god, is this heaven? Must be. He’s wearing a beautiful navy blue coat from ww2, baby blue shirt, little unbuttoned so you can see the white t-shirt underneath. Space blue pants, brown leather belt and royal blue suspenders? Is he wearing belt and suspenders? I mean it looks good, but why? I guess, he just can’t help his pants up or something like that. Also he has a watch on one hand and a big leather god-knows-what on other. He has amazing hands, so strong. Stop Ianto, stop.
„Is this gonna be here, or you gonna take it with you? The coffee of course.“ FUCK IANTO STOP BEING NERVOUS YOU GAY IDIOT! I kindly reminded myself.
„I’ll take it with me,“ he smirks, did that handsome, perfect motherfucker just smirk? OMG is he flirting with me? Please flirt with me god, I mean my American prince.
„What size, we have big, middle and small,“ Ianto no teenage humour, don’t you dare, don’t say anything.
„Big, please,“ he says smirking. I hum in response writing the order into the system.
„That’ll be 3 pounds, sir,“ I say with smile on my face, „cash or card?“
„Cash,“ he says grabbing his brown leather wallet from his back pocket. When he was handing me the money, our fingers brushed against each other. Let’s pretend the fact that I almost screamed, doesn't exist. I put the money into the cash register, „Would you like a receipt?“
„No, thanks.“ After a few seconds Toshiko handed me American’s coffee.
„Here you go, sir. Enjoy your coffee. Hope to see you soon, sir.“
„Hope to see you soon too, coffee boy.“ He says while leaving and he winked at me, HE WINKED AT ME! Omg he’s perfect, he loves me, I love him and we’ll be a happy little family with a few dogs. Am I overreacting? Probably, but who cares? Rest of the shift was boring as usual, the whole time I was thinking about my beautiful American prince, who can’t keep his pants up. It’s 4 pm and my shift ends! I go to the back to take off my yellow apron and put in on my shelf.
As I’m leaving the coffee shop, I see my bestie waiting on me. I smile and wave to her, she waves back and comes to me.
„Hey, Gwen, what are you doing here?“ I hug her tight.
„I missed ya, Ianto!“ She hugs me back.
„I did too, mrs Williams.“
„Jealous much, Jones?“ She smirks at me. Of course I'm jealous! She has a loving boyfriend and I've got eh.. I've got my books! Of course i have my books, yea, totally the same thing.
„Maybe, but I think I found my prince.“ I say with my im-crushing-someone-real-hard smile on my face.
„You kidding?!“ She squeals with excitement, „Tell me more!“ She yells.
„What about we go to mine and I’ll tell you everything,“ I suggest, „you in?“
„Only if you’ll make me your amazing ice coffee!“ puppy eyes, Gwen really? Ugh fine.
„Alright. Let’s go.“ So we get on our way.
„How’s Rhys?“ I ask her. She suddenly stops walking.
„You know, that I’ve been with Rhys for a few years and today in the morning he proposed!“ She says smiling from ear to ear.
„That’s fantastic!“ I say and hug her again. We continue walking to my flat.
„Did he kneeled?“ I ask her.
„Yes, for a few seconds, but then he got back spasm, so he laid at the sofa when he proposed, but it still counts.“ We laugh together.
„We’re here!“ I say in front of the building. I live in two floor building, I’m renting the second floor from a nice old lady, who lives downstairs. I unlock the door and we go up the staircase.
„Make yourself at home, as always.“ I giggle at Gwen, who kicked of her shoes and laid on my sofa.
„Can you make me the perfect ice coffee now, please? Oh! And tell my about your new prince!“ She yells at me
„You have to pick, either you come with me to the kitchen and get coffee and the story right now, or you can lay here and wait and you know, I’m gonna take a really long time making it. What’s your pick?“ I do the biggest fake smile at her as I can.
She sighs loudly as she’s getting up, „You’re lucky that I’m impatient and excited.“
When we’re in the kitchen she sits at table, smiles and says „Can I get the coffee and the story?“
„Since you’re begging so nicely. Yes.“ I say with my favourite sarcastic smile I know she hates. I turned to face the counter to make her drink and start the let’s-hope-it-will-be-a love story.
„So I was casually working, you know, behind the counter, it has been about 11 am, plus minus. I wasn’t even looking at the customer I was thinking about god-knows-what and then I heard in the most beautiful American accent! Would you believe that?“ I turned to face her, to see that she's listening to my every word, „Here in Cardiff!“ I continued.
„So I immediately looked at him and he’s SO HOT, like listen so so so hot!“
„You kidding!“
„Nah ah, really.“
„Tell me everything word, by word!“
I told her the whole story, of course the talking, laughing and giggling slowed my work on the coffee, she didn't seem to mind. When I finished the story, I put a straw in her coffee, bring it to her and sit next to her.
„Sooo, do you like him?“ She looks me in the eyes while taking a sip.
„I think about him, since the morning I saw him and to be completely honest with you, as always, of course,“ she hums in response while slurping on the drink, „If I let my mind wonder about him for another while more, my pants are gonna get tight.“ She almost spit her coffee everywhere when I finished the sentence. I laughed hard (NO) at her reaction.
„Alright, I wasn’t expecting that.“ She says quite shocked, I just laugh again at her.
„So tell me what’s happening in your life.“I giggle and she starts. She’s telling me about Rhys being a big baby a lot of times, that she and a new partner in her work didn’t quite hit it up. Oh yes and the idiot, who's Toshiko engaged to, works there now too. He’s a consulting doctor, his name is Owen Harper. No, I don’t like him and yes I have never met him. Gwen works at the police, she’s just giving tickets but she (well, we) hope she’ll get a promotion. After a few hours of talking, well more like gossiping, I ask Gwen if she wants to get dinner.
„Oh hell yeah Ianto!“ I smile and giggle, she does the same.
„What about fish and chips? There's one kiosk on the corner makes perfect fish and chips. You in?“ I recommend. She’s in, so we get our shoes and go for our dinner.
„After the food, I have to go home.“ Bestie says sadly.
„Why? Rhys can’t be in the flat alone for a while or what?“
„Yes, exactly that.“
We get to the little stand on the corner, it looks cool, it has the usual retro style with red and white stripes. We order and Gwen pays for both of us, since I paid the last time. We eat on a little bench near, eat and gossip a little more. After a while we finish our food and she hugs me and says goodbye. I wave her for a while, then turn on heel and go my way to home. I check my pockets for earbuds, found them! I put them in my ears, listening to dancing queen by abba. I happily walk home.
When I arrive home, I take a hot shower (it's a normal shower, just with me in it, hehe), in which is very hard not to think about my prince. I think I seriously love him. I go to sleep just in my boxers. I lay down and the only thing I can think about is us cuddling, I fall asleep with the thought of his warm body next to mine .