He doesn't even like coffee yet he finds himself in the same coffee shop every other day, carefully approaching the counter with eyes downcast as he hopes that today will be the day.
His music blares through his headphones, a weak attempt to block out the chatter of college students doing whatever it is that students do in a coffee shop. Homework? Studying? Drug dealing?
He's just pulled one of the headphones out of his ear when a pair of eyes scorches him, sears him to the spot. He feels like he can't move. Hot hazel eyes are watching his movements from behind the counter, a dirty blond barista leaning against the espresso machine, casually polishing silverware.
Leo opens his mouth a few times and then shuts it. The barista looks amused, a smirk tugging at his impossibly full lips. Is that..? Goddamnit, that motherfucker even has a scar on his lower lip. Leo's never gotten this close to see it. He's never even gathered up the courage to talk to him.
The barista pulls himself off the machine and leans over the counter, putting a stubbled chin into his hand as he watches Leo, sneaky grin slipping over his face. "See something you like?"
Warmth floods his face and his mouth sets to righteous indignation. He stuffs the headphone back into his ear and turns quickly, storming out the way he just came.
"See ya tomorrow!"
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