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TK wakes up and is overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. He drowns in the scent and eases himself up. He doesn’t recognize the bedroom but then he remembers he spent the night at Carlos’.
Carlos Reyes, a cop who works for the Austin Police Department who TK had tried to not give a second thought too.
Well, he’s tried and he did not succeed.
After one too many chance encounters at one of the many local coffee shops, TK decided that it must be more than a coincidence. He decided to do what he does best and act on infatuation and not intellect.
Now he’s stuck doing what else he does best, running away before it goes wrong in every way imaginable.
He grabs his clothes from the ground and pulls his jeans up, and slips his shirt on. He leaves Carlos’s bedroom and walks out to see Carlos moving another pancake to a stack sitting on a plate on the counter.
“And he rises,” Carlos moves to open the fridge. He’s wearing striped pajama bottoms, a white tank, a black rimmed pair of glasses, and an award winning smile. When he looks like this, TK’s tempted to act on his infatuation once again. “Welcome back to the land of the living, tiger. Hope you’re hungry.”
He closes the fridge and places a bottle of creamer on the counter. “Breakfast is just about done. I was about to pour myself a cup of coffee, you want one?”
“Uh, sure?” TK is starting to button up his shirt when he stops, “Breakfast?”
“Well yeah, you don’t have to be in for another,” Carlos checks the time above the stove. “For another hour or so, figured you wouldn’t want to show up to work hungry.”
“Oh,” TK says, “I mean, I had just planned to pick something up on my drive.”
Carlos shrugs, “Well, now you don’t have to.” He opens a cupboard and grabs two mugs. “Two sugars, right?”
“Huh?”
“You take two sugars in your coffee, right?” Carlos asks, reaching the sugar packets next to the pot.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” TK answers. He decides to sit down, and realizes this is happening.
He watches Carlos as he grabs a spoon from a drawer and mixes his coffee for him. He places the mug in front of TK, “It’s not Deja Brew’s signature blend, but I think it does the job.”
He turns back to the stove and TK watches him.
Alex would occasionally offer him a microwavable breakfast sandwich, Jason barely offered to let him stay the night and he doesn’t recall ever actually stepping foot in Dominic’s apartment despite dating for seven months.
He doesn’t think any one of them would even know his coffee order.
TK takes a sip; the coffee blooming into a warmth that he’ll deny was already there. He looks into the mug, watching as two bubbles as they join together and become one. “Thanks.”
Carlos shrugs as he begins to pour his own cup. “I’m not myself before my coffee, so I always plan to make a pot in the morning.” He turns and smirks, “Is nice to share it with someone though.”
“No,” TK looks up, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Thanks for remembering.”