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Guest’s days go by as they normally would. Cook, gym, study, sleep. He didn’t do more than he needed to. His life was rather mundane, but at least it was productive. Matt’s been telling him to make more friends for the longest time now. He’s not opposed to it, but he’d much rather people approach him instead of the other way around. For some reason, though, they never do. He doesn’t know why, but he’s perfectly fine with that. He’s satisfied with his life as it is— stable and tranquil.
His phone rings while he’s getting ready for bed. He assumed it was Matt wanting to do their usual late night chat, so he picked it up without looking at the number.
“Hey, what’s u–” He says before being cut off by “Matt”.
“TWO TIME!!!!!!” They screamed loudly. Guest realized that this was, in fact, not Matt.
“Uhm, I’m–” He was cut off again. The Mystery Dude didn’t seem to hear him.
“You have no idea what happened to me today.”
“I’m not…” He stopped in his tracks. The guy still didn’t seem to hear him. He was quite curious, and he would very much like to listen to this random man ramble his thoughts into his ear.
“Okay, so I was taking my shift at the coffee shop, right? Same old, same old. There was a fine ass customer earlier, though. Jacked as hell. His hair was dyed blue. He was lowkey giving mixed signals. I can’t tell if he was flirting with me or not.”
“Hang on, is this… What the fuck???” The caller’s voice became more and more recognizable as he spoke. Guest quickly surmised that this could be the barista that served him earlier— no, it definitely was him. The voice checks out, and his description seemed too much of a coincidence to not be Guest. His face reddens up at the realization, because he was in fact trying to flirt, though he wasn’t the best at it. “Chance”, he remembers that nameplate clearly. He was a rather charismatic barista. The way he moved was smooth, and his smile was something he found attractive.
There was just no way this was happening to him right now. He was such a recluse, so he wanted to take this opportunity. Maybe finally he could see why love was so desired by everyone around him.
…And then he hung up out of fear, not knowing what to do next. He found it too awkward to call back.
“Well, great job, Guest. You are so good at this.” He facepalmed himself. Maybe he should ask Matt how he does this. He definitely has more social skills than him.
He finds himself missing the man’s voice before drifting asleep. He knew what he had to do tomorrow.
baldy
two time you ass
why’d u hang up on me 👺
i listen to you mope about elliot all the fuckin time
baldy: you called?????????
yeah????
oh
shit
fuck
fuck
fuck
fuck
i called the wrong number
yours has 1338 in the end
i called 1337
shit
i said some real embarrassing stuff
help me 😔
baldy: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
baldy: massive L bro idk what to tell u
baldy: spill tho, i wanna know everything
Chance fucked up big time. He told Two Time about everything, from the “
hot customer
” to the wrong number. He also asked them to help him find the man he forgot the name of because somehow he doesn’t remember what name he had on his cup. He cursed himself for not putting his number on it. He couldn’t have been far, though. It was a school café, meaning he was in the same campus. He just has to play the waiting game.
Guest makes it a point to go to that café every single day until he finds Chance the barista again. Day 1, tough luck. Day 2, still none. Five days later and for some reason that guy is
never
there when he is. It’s always someone named Elliot at the counter. He was nice, but he wanted to see his campus crush again, if that’s what it’s even called. He was so tempted to just ask where they were, but that would be embarrassing, and he did not have that in him whatsoever.
Suddenly, the bell atop the door chimes, and a familiar voice caught his ear.
“Hey, Elliot, I’m clocking in for today.” Elliot waves at him. Lo and behold, Chance was finally here.
“Oh hey, it’s you!” Guest remarks from his table. He immediately regrets doing that. Chance notices him, and his face noticeably flushes. Someone named Two Time smirks from behind.
“Wait, Two Time?? That’s the guy he was supposed to call!”
Guest had a sharp memory for even the smallest things.
Chance puts up his charismatic front again after a brief moment of getting flustered. He flashes the smile Guest fell for on the day they met.
“I remember you… Your name, not quite, but that face of yours is so striking it’s never left my mind since you became
my
customer.” He mounts his arm on Guest’s table with a smirk. Elliot fails to hold back his laughter and Two Time face palms him from the back. Guest himself can’t help but chuckle at his very obvious yet miserable attempt at flirting. Chance is pathetic. He is also pathetic. They were a perfect match.
“How rude of you. At least I put in the effort to remember your nameplate,
Chance.
It’s Guest 1337, by the way.” He slides a piece of paper containing his number, one he prepared just for the occasion.
Chance looks horrified after opening it. Both of them know exactly the reason why.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? IT WAS YOU I CALLED ON ACCIDENT???” At that point, his charming facade faded away, his face extremely red. Elliot and Two Time are practically purple out of breath laughing at their friend’s misery. Guest smirks in approval.
“I’ve found the “fine as fuck jacked as hell blue haired man” you were looking for, by the way. You’re looking at him right now.” He himself was horrible at this too, but he doesn’t care. He wanted them, and he knew the feeling was mutual.
“Wanna crash at my place later?” He continues, Chance still in his trance. He shakily raises a thumbs up.
“Sure…” He smiles awkwardly.
They go to Guest’s flat together. They make out like their life depends on it. Guest sends a picture of them kissing to Matt, which he was very much shocked (and displeased) with. He made a new friend just like he was asked to, except they weren’t just a friend; they were his boyfriend now. They talked and holy
shit
they were compatible.
Perhaps the mistyped phone number was destiny, all chances and possibility aligned in their favor. Guest couldn’t have been any more glad.