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"C'mon, you can do it." A young 19 year old girl told her blonde-haired best friend as they sat in a coffee shop, drinking their caramel mochas. It was a cold winter morning in the town of South Park, and school had been canceled due to icy roads preventing drivers from doing their routes, so Wendy had picked her friend up and they walked to the coffee shop. It was a small coffee shop, just a few miles away from the school, between the old town cemetery and the movie theater. It was only a few minutes walk from Stan’s apartment. It had only a few tables and chairs, enough for a set of 10 or so. The walls were painted gray and black, and there were stickers of coffee cups and bakery items on the walls. You could hear the sound of coffee being made and people chatting throughout the shop. As they approached their seats, Stan had spotted a ginger haired boy who worked behind the counter, putting money into the register. He had soft green eyes, and freckles dancing on his cheeks. He was wearing the coffee shop’s t-shirt with the logo right in the middle, but it was hidden by a dark green apron embraced around his abdomen. Stan’s face grew beet red as he stood still in the doorway, trying to get the courage to move even a singular muscle. Sweat poured down his pale cheek, making its way down to his neck. He had seen this boy before. His name was Kyle, and he went to the same college as him and Wendy. He was friends with most of the students in the classes they three shared together this semester, all except for Stan and Wendy. It’s not like they had ever even spoken before though. Stan was an introvert, and everyone knew that. The only person he spoke to on a regular basis was Wendy. He wouldn't admit it to anyone else but Wendy of course, but Stan knew he had a crush on the ginger haired boy. He watched Kyle sometimes in the hallways, but not in a stalker way of course. He would take a glance every now and then in class, watching him laugh along with all the other young adults sitting at his table, talking about who knows what.
Soon enough, Wendy realized who the young boy at the register was when she noticed her best friend sweating profusely. “Hey, that’s Kyle Broflovski” She looked over at her friend, waiting for a reply. Stan nodded slightly, still red as a tomato, watching the register boy struggle with his bag of change he was putting into the register. “So, are you planning to talk to him?” She asked, a small smirk forming across her lips. Stan, of course, denied. “Would you order my drink for me when he gets to our table?” He asked. “You know my usual drink and muffin order by now- caramel mocha with whipped cream and a blueberry muffin”. Wendy rolled her eyes, obviously frustrated at her best friend’s response. Stan frowned. He did not want to talk, to face Kyle, even if it was just ordering his daily breakfast order. He just wanted to sip his caramel mocha with whipped cream while he sat at the closest seat to the counter and gawked at Kyle behind the register. "I can't, what if he doesn't like me?" Stan whispered, blushing furiously. Wendy turned slightly to face her friend, giving him a sincere smile. "You'll never know unless you try and get his attention. You're really sweet and I know he'd talk to you too! Also remember, he’s openly out as well. He’ll understand." Stan smiled at his friend's remark. "Thanks, Wendy.” "No problem, now c'mon" she started, "Make a move on him!" Stan smiled brighter, a tint of bravery in his eyes. "Oh boy I will!" The bleached blonde-haired boy said, turning his seat and staring at the boy behind the counter. Wendy sat still for a moment, confused as to what her friend was doing. Before she could say anything, though, Stan had stared at the ginger haired boy enough to make him look over, and walk towards them. "Can I help you with anything?" Kyle asked, sounding a bit annoyed at Stan’s staring. "Yes," Stan started, "I was wondering if you wa-" before he could continue, Stan realized what he was doing, and shut down. His mouth wanted to speak. To ask the boy if he would go to a movie. To a nice restaurant for dinner. Anywhere with him, but no sound came out. Kyle stared at the young boy for a minute before looking at Wendy. "He just wanted the check, please" she told him. Kyle shrugged and walked away, walking towards the next table that needed assistance.
Wendy stared at her friend, who was still in shock, blushing and mumbling words under his breath. “Stan, are you okay?" Stan, who was finally snapping out of his trance, frowned. "No, but it doesn't matter. I totally blew it. He'll never want to date someone like me." he sighed and got up. “I gotta make a call. If you wouldn’t mind paying the check, I’ll send you money on Apple Pay”. And with that, Stan grabbed his coat and walked towards the door of the shop. Wendy sighed. She understood the anxiety-inducing thoughts while confessing to a crush, but she also wished Stan had just had the courage to be honest. She was about to yell after him before seeing Kyle walk back with the check. "Here's your check, have a nice day." He said, smiling. "Yeah," Wendy started. "You too". As she looked to see how much the check was, there was a number and a small note attached to the receipt.
'555-555-5555 Here's my number, I've seen you around school and I think you're pretty cute. I can tell you think the same towards me. Just text me any time after 4, that's when I get off work. ~Kyle'
Wendy smiled at the note, walking towards the door, excited to tell her friend that his dream just might come true. Stan and Kyle started, and continued texting the rest of the night.