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What he was doing wasn’t weird right?
Going to the same coffee shop almost every single day not for the coffee or anything but just to gawk at the cute barista.
The barista who looked like he was one pissed off customer away from quitting or possibly setting the whole place on fire.
Rio walked in the building sounding off the little bell as the smell of coffee instantly overwhelmed his nostrils.
The coffee here was nice sure but it was the person making it that was even more appealing.
There he was with his usual expression that read “I’d rather be anywhere else but here right now”
His name was Samatoki, all the employees had name tags so it wasn’t hard for Rio to find that out.
The first time Rio saw the man he was head over heels in an instant.
His white hair, his deep Ruby eyes every single detail about him was just the definition of “beautiful”.
He walked over to the counter to order.
“hello sir, the usual?”
Rio paused from confusion.
“the usual?”
Samatoki rolled his eyes at Rio repeating him.
Rio mentally faced palmed to himself realising he probably sounded stupid.
“yeah? That is what I said was it not? You come in here so much I have your order memorised, an Americano”
Rio tried to hide his obvious blush.
This man remembers exactly what he orders every single time?
Does Samatoki actually pay attention to him?
Maybe he possibly might be interested in him?
Probably not…
The redhead pushed all those thoughts aside thinking it was not a big deal.
He did come here often so Samatoki knowing that information probably wasn’t too much of a shock.
“y-yeah one Americano please”
“ok coming right up Rio”
Rio’s brain froze once more.
Not only did he remember his order, he also remembered his name?
At the corner of his eye he noticed the other barista working along side Samatoki smirking at the duo.
A brunette man with glasses.
“the fuck you looking at Jyuto?”
Samatoki shot his coworker a glare.
The brunette man still had a smirk plastered on his face.
“oh nothing it’s just, he’s your favourite customer is he not? you never usually cared about what people ordered or even memorised their names so why is he so special huh?”
Speaking in a tone that showed he knew damn well what was going on.
It was Samatoki’s turn to go bright red as his temper began to rise grinding his teeth.
“JYUTO SHUT UP!”
“ok sorry for teasing you, I’ll leave you with your boyfriend~”
Jyuto walked off and went to serve the next customer.
The pair just stared at each other awkwardly after hearing the word “boyfriend” leave Jyuto’s lips.
Samatoki groaned trying to calm himself down from everything the other man had just let out.
“sorry about that bastard…he’s an annoying piece of shit…ignore anything he says, anyway that’s 2.50”
“right…here”
Rio handed the man his money and he went and sat down trying to process everything that just happened.
That Jyuto guy just called him Samatoki’s boyfriend and not to mention Samatoki himself remembered not only his order but also his name.
Surely it was nothing right?
Right?
A few minutes pass and Rio’s mind was still filled with a lot of questions meanwhile Samatoki walks over to where he was sat and carefully placed his coffee down.
“here…enjoy…”
His cheeks still a noticeable shade of red as he walked away from the table.
Rio looked down at his coffee and quickly noticed a piece of paper leaning beside the cup.
Picking it up full of curiosity he was greeted by a phone number??
Was this Samatoki’s phone number??
The barista soon turned around to face the confused looking redhead.
“it’s my phone number…I see the way you look at me, if you were trying to be sneaky you’re pretty shit at it but anyway call me if you’re interested in going on a date at all or whatever…”
Rio blinked in completely shock.
His suspicion was confirmed correct.
Was this actually happening?
Did Samatoki basically just confess to him?
Glancing down at the number for a second he looked back up at the red faced barista and smiled.
“I’d like that a date sounds nice”
“great well I’m free tomorrow, see ya then handsome”
Samatoki walked off once more leaving Rio with only with his thoughts.
He did it.
He scored a date with the white haired barista he’s been pining for.
His eyes wandered down to the coffee still with a smile on his face as he lifts the cup up taking a slip of the hot caffeinated liquid.
You know?
The coffee always taste so much better whenever Samatoki made it.