Sanders Sides One-Shots

Starbucks- Prinxiety

In Roman's head he was flipping out.

That's so unfair! Why did he have to glow up like that?

He was pretty sure he got a fuck-ton gayer just looking at him.

Roman smiled involuntarily, "How may I help you?"

"Can I have an venti Iced Caffe Americano with 5 extra shots?"

Roman didn't know how to react, so he just said, "Damn, who hurt you?"

As soon as it slipped out, he immediately wish he could rewind time, so he was shocked when Virgil snorted.

"College, I have a paper due in a few hours and I haven't slept in days."

Okay, mood. Second, what?

"Just a heads up," Roman warned as he started to make the drink, "this is gonna have a lot of caffeine in it. About 8 caffeine shots. Probably enough to kill someone."

Virgil laughed, "God, I hope so."

"Oh my fucking Christ," Roman said. He had no idea what else to say in this situation, so he just stuck with, "Are you okay?" Then he realized he cussed in front of a customer and could probably get fired for that, but it was Virgil's fault.

It was Virgil's fault that Roman couldn't help but relax around him. It was like the opposite of butterflies.

Virgil made him happy for some reason that he hadn't quite figured out yet.

Virgil laughed again, and Roman was confused as to why most of his suave flirting flew right over Virgil's head.

New tactic, he decided, clever comments seem to work better, so witty banter it is.

Roman handed Virgil his drink once he finished making it and Virgil handed him a twenty.

"I'll give you your change back in a second,"

"No, that's the tip."

"Wow, that's a big tip for a broke college student," Roman teased, hoping he was saying the right thing. This was their first real conversation, and Roman wasn't sure if it was his place to give him a snarky comment about him being broke.

Virgil tilted his head and raised his eyebrow, pretty damn close to radiating pure sarcasm. "I can take it back if you don't want it."

"No!"

Virgil smirked, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Roman wasn't sure if his face was bright red or not, but he was pretty sure his face was redder than humanly possible.

Virgil turned to walk away, giving him a small smile before he left.

Roman almost melted on the counter right then and there, but he just stuck with watching Virgil as he left.

Out of nowhere, he got a burst of courage, and before he could stop himself, Roman yelled, "Can I get your number?"

Roman felt awkward yelling in a Starbucks (not really yelling, more like projecting), but at least Virgil turned around.

 He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows like he was thinking, but with each passing millisecond Roman got more and more nervous.

You should have waited! You just had your first conversation today, and now you're asking for his number?

"Uh, three." Virgil said.

"What?"

"Three."