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Tyler groaned. He was having the worst day ever; he was up all night studying for exams and he forgot to set his alarm in the morning. It was a Saturday, but he liked sticking to a certain routine. Tyler dragged himself out of bed, grabbing some clothes off of the floor.
He tried to shimmy into his too-tight black skinny jeans, but lost his balance and tripped, falling on his face. Tyler screamed in exasperation.
"damn these tight pants. I want my money back"
He hurriedly rushed out of his apartment, wanting to get to the coffee shop down the road before the morning rush. One time he was stuck in the line for thirty minutes. Tyler speedily walked down the street, careful to avoid the hungover frat boys from the night before. He recognized one of them as Brendon Urie.
Tyler tried to push open the pull door, and then hung his head in shame, looking for anyone who might have seen. He sighed, pulling the door open with a tinkle of the bell. The first thing he saw when he walked in was a redheaded punk-looking boy, about his age, working the register. never seen him before, Tyler thought. he's kinda cute though.
Tyler walked up to the counter, going to order his usual, a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream. Tyler reads the boy's name tag as Josh, and Josh leaned against the counter, giving Tyler a small smile.
"What can I get for you today?" Josh says cheerily. He was being far too peppy for eight o'clock in the morning. It made Tyler sick.
"Just a tall caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, please," Tyler says monotonously. He swore he could hear Josh snort. Tyler gave Josh his '100% done' face.
"Okay, one tall caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream," Josh says, enunciating the extra. Tyler nods to confirm, and then Josh asks for his name. Tyler pays for his drink.
Two minutes later, Josh hands Tyler his drink at the pick-up counter. Josh gives Tyler a small smile, and then goes back to work. Tyler was wondering why this guy called Josh smiles so much.
He walked out of the shop, sipping his drink. He then noticed his name on the side of the cup.
"Tiler :^)"
Tyler stopped in his tracks. Is this guy for real? How hard is it to spell Tyler?
He shook his head. Never trust a Starbucks.