Coffee Shop - Phan

chapter one

~ phil ~

I drum my fingers on the countertop, cradling a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. I close my eyes and inhaled the bittersweet scent of the coffee and caramel. It's such a soft smell. I barely had time to think before footsteps jolted me up. Quickly stowing the mug to the side of the counter, I fixed my fringe and exhaled. I have to be presentable.

A girl walked up to me, smiling awkwardly before attempting to place an order. She had short, curly dark hair (clearly not a natural color omg this girl) hidden beneath a gray hood that seemed to be up more for the purpose of hiding her face than to look nice.

"U-u m uh h-hi haha ! Can I m-maybe have a latte? And I mean i-if you don't mind I would like some um ha sorry. . Whipped cream with it? I don't mean to be asking for too much bbut-"

(an: ha me)

I grinned softly at the girl, taking notice how she seemed awkward with ordering. Sort of like me, I joked internally. I grabbed a small notepad, which was filled halfway with tiny scribbles of orders that I would write. Weakly, I spoke up, dreading the worst.

"Y-yeah, would you like that to go or are you going to stay.." I cringed.

The girl chuckled nervously and squeaked a word that sounded similar to "to go", so I nodded and turned towards the back of the shop. Quickly, I finished up the order, careful not to mess up, and snapped a lid onto the cup, jumping at the sharp sound. I swiveled around to the counter and pushed the cup towards her. The girl looked down at the cup and smiled again.

"Thanks. M-my name's Finn, I mean if you want to know, ahh it probably didn't matter much, oh hell, I'm rambling, this is horrid-"

I laughed, a hand reflexively rising up to my mouth to cover my teeth, which were very uneven in my opinion. The girl pushed a 5 pound note (an: i don't know about currency in the uk help) across the counter weakly and rushed away, bowing quickly and repeating thank you. As I stashed the bill in the register, I noticed a message that had been hastily scrawled on a piece of torn paper.

'hey i know i suck at writing notes and all wow what a corny geek i am but i thought you were really cool (in a completely platonic way i can literally sense the gay radiating off of you) and maybe we should stay in touch? ahhh thank ! ~ finn'

A silent gasp escaped my mouth. How did she know I was gay? Before I could think, the door swung open and the next customer entered.

~ dan ~

The smell of the coffee shop hit my nose in a tide as I entered the shop. Laptop in hand, I strolled up to the counter and greeted the man behind the counter. I looked at him quickly out of habit and observed his features. He was quite tall and lanky, and his arms were thin but covered in tattoos that were exposed by the rolled sleeves of his flannel. His hair looked similar to mine, with a dark raven color swept above his glasses. Glittering blue eyes hid shyly, and I wondered what was behind them as I ordered.

"2 mochas, please. With extra sugar."