Bad Taste in Guys - A DDLB Fanfic

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"Black."

Emil looked up. He had a customer standing at the counter in front of him, minutes before closing. The barista knew immediately it was Marcus.

"Marcus? You came back!" Emil was ecstatic. He'd be lying if he said he didn't become a bit obsessed with the e-boy, wondering if he'd ever return to the coffee shop.

Marcus narrowed his eyes at the barista. "Black. No sugar. No cream."

Emil put down the mug he was cleaning and grabbed a cup for Marcus.

"So, uh.. it's pretty late—"

"I don't do small talk, Emil."

Emil whispered a shaky "okay" and got back to making the coffee. It was late, though. The coffee shop closed rather late, 11 pm to be exact, and right now it was 10:47. Of course he had to come right before closing. Whatever. Emil was just happy that Marcus remembered his name.

"Here's your coffee. Black. No sugar, no cream."

Marcus hesitated. Emil awkwardly set the cup down on the counter.

"It's, um.. it's there for you when.. when you're ready—"

"Are you good at following directions?"

Emil froze. What a strange thing to ask. What a strangely arousing thing to ask. Emil would have to say yes, but only if Marcus is the one giving the directions. I mean, how could Emil say no to that face? That terribly intimidating, very attractive face!

"Um.. I think so?"

Marcus smiled slightly, but as quick as it came, it was gone, replaced by his usual e-boy bitchface.

"Give me your phone."

"What?"

"Open up your contacts."

Emil figured this was his first "direction," so he complied. The e-boy began typing. Emil was worried. What was he doing?

"Here," Marcus gave the phone back. "I put in my number. Text me your address tomorrow and I'll come pick you up at 7."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Then Marcus walked away. Emil stared at the doorway for a while, wondering what the hell just happened. When he finally snapped back to reality, Emil stuffed his phone in his pocket and ran outside to Marcus, his forgotten coffee in hand.