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owen hadn’t shut up about this place in days, it was starting to get on his nerves. so when he brought it up again at dinner on tuesday, noah begrudgingly gave in. it was supposed to be a cat café, (though the pictures on their website disagreed), but the real reason noah had finally agreed was their staff.
well, one in particular.
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they walked into the building, and could immediately smell the minty aroma mixed with the smell of the cats. owen walked ahead, chatting about the menu, and what he was going to eat. noah was… distracted, to say the least. alejandro, (was that his name? noah wasn’t wearing his glasses, so he couldn’t clearly see his name tag), was standing at the counter, looking slightly overwhelmed by owen’s… owen-ness.
“sorry about him. my buddy’s just a bit nervous, about what he wants to eat, right noah? wow, this food looks great! i guess he’s also nervous because he thinks you’re pretty cute, oh, cheesecake!”
wait, what? oh no. “uh, owen?” what would alejandro think of him? he was looking at noah as if he’d just taken all of the money out of the register right in front of him! what would he do?
how could he do that? i mean, sure noah was head over heels in love with alejandro, and spoke about him so much that when he typed “a” on his keyboard, his name was first to pop up, but still! still he… still he was in a public space, it felt embarrassing.
just as owen had picked up their coffees, and noah was debating the scientific possibility of a hole forming in the ground and swallowing him up, a hand extended out to him, and it was holding something. a napkin with.. a phone number?
“thursday night, meet by the tables outside. see you then, mi querido.”
…oh.
would noah go? he wasn’t sure. he’d only just actually met this guy, and he was already calling him darling? it just sounded like a recipe for the disaster of being played, and he was not about to be the next courtney. oh, who was he kidding, he’d flaked the moment he saw him when they walked in, of course he’d go. and who knows? maybe there’d be a second meet up.
he hoped so.