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1.
Pac owns a coffee shop with his best friend, Mike. It's nice– sometimes his friends in the Favela help out with work, like that one time Pac and Mike both were sick; and Cellbit offered to cover for them.
One day, Pac's working, and business is slow. He guesses that's normal, it's the afternoon; after people go to work, and before they get off. It's nice, not rushing like he does in the early morning. (Well.. when he works it. Mike graciously takes those shifts most of the time.)
The bell dings– Pac looks up from his phone, stuffing it into his pocket. "Hi, welcome to Tazercraft's Macchiato–"
At first, he's confused because he doesn't see anyone. Then, he looks down.
There's a little boy who can't be older than 10, with brown hair and a cute face. He has a red stuffed animal.. thing.. in his arms.
"Hola!" The boy greets, smiling.
Pac takes a breath, "Oi, kiddo, uhm.. where are your parents?"
The boy looks around, "My dad sent me to get him coffee!"
"Alone–? Alright. Uh, do you know what he likes?"
The boy pauses, "Uhm.. normal?"
Pac holds back a laugh, "Okay."
"Oh, he said I could get somethin' too!" The boy grins, "Uhm– that thing."
He points to something in the casing– cinnamon rolls, Pac recognizes.
"How many?" Pac asks, and nods at the 2 fingers that are held up.
Pac hums, getting started on making the order.
"I like your hair." The boy says, "My dad doesn't have any."
Pac almost chokes on his spit, laughing. "Oh really?"
The boy nods, "Mhm. Have you seen him? He's the owner of the gym.. Fits Fitness."
Pac tries recalling seeing someone, with the little details the boy provided. "Ah.. no, I haven't even been to the gym yet."
2.
Pac yawns, stretching. He keeps seeing that little boy walk by the shop with a very handsome man, but he pushes those thoughts deep down.
He sighs, jumping when he hears the bell ring. "Oh, you!" He smiles, face softening as he sees the familiar little boy skip into the shop.
He's learned the boys name, Ramón, and he's very sweet.
"Hi, mister Pac!" Ramón greets, giggling, "Can I have– uhm.. Dad said he wanted something different this time.. brownies!"
"Oh really?" Pac replies, "Is something happening today?"
The boy nods, "Yeah! Mister Bad is leaving for a bit, so they're having a party!"
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Pac sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, eyes drifting over every little bit of the shop.
The bell rings– "Oh, Ramón–" He's cut off, because Ramón is next to a man.
That one handsome man Pacs seen him with before, and Pacs heart almost stops. He's good looking, extremely good looking.
Pac can feel his face get warmer and warmer by the second. "Oh, uhm, h-hey.."
The man smiles, "Hello."
Ramón is grinning, like he has a plan. Reluctantly, Pac ignores the thoughts he has. "Are you Ramón's..?"
"Dad? Yes. Or- sim?"
"Sim! Would you like something–?"
"Oh, yes," the man nods, "What Ramón usually says."
"Got it– name for the order?"
"Fit."
After he gets the order finished, and puts it on the counter, Fit takes it with a grin. "Thanks."
Right before he leaves, he winks.
Pac gets even redder as he nods. He hopes he sees him again.