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Tim's been going to the same coffee shop down the street from WE's office every day for the last few months. At first, it was just his nosiness curiosity making him want to know about all the businesses nearby.
But his first Death-spresso, which had re-arranged his brain chemistry or something, because now Tim had to go in every morning. If he resisted, by noon he was headachey and waspish, at which point Tam would shove a Death-spresso in his hand with a glare, not leaving until he drank it.
So on this morning, Tim isn't surprised when Danny, the cute friendly barista, hands him a cup before he even orders.
Tim takes a sip and. And. He squints down at the cup in confusion. "What the...?"
Danny laughs, and Tim's confusion suddenly feels a lot less important. "It's Pumpkin Spice," Danny says. When Tim glances up, Danny's grinning. Tim is only a little bit dazzled by the way the mirth danced in the other man's eyes.
Still. "Why?"
With a shrug, Danny offers, "Thought you deserved something sweet. It's still a Death-spresso though. If you don't like it, I'll swap it out for your regular, I promise."
Tim's not awake enough to know what to say. "No, it's... fine?"
Thankfully, Danny doesn't seem put off by his awkwardness. "Great! My treat. Have a good day." As Tim turns to go, Danny winks.
It takes until Tim's almost finished his Pumpkin Spice Death-spresso monstrosity (and, okay, it is really good), for Tim to notice a phone number written on the side of his cup.
Oh. Oh! Tim saves the number in his phone with a little smile before setting it aside to focus on work. For now.
But maybe he can go to the coffee shop for lunch later, too...