Languages, coffee and love

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Parley/parkner

3rd pov

Peter being in his first year of college was of course sleep deprived. So what do you do when you are sleep deprived and need to study you get coffee of course. There was this quant shop right of campus peter loved so much he memorized the board so he went there.

"Можно мне латте с овсяным молоком?" Can I get a oat milk latte? Peter says not even looking up from his book. The manager just starts laughing.

"Could you please use english to order," The new barista says. He would never admit it but it was cute.

"Puis-je avoir une latte au lait d'avoine?" More laughing comes from the manager. Peter agai not looking up.

"I really would appreciate english."

"Puis-je avoir une latte au lait d'avoine?" The laughing becomes more and some of the customers even start laughing.

"Are you trolling or do you really think this is english," The new guy states.

"Ego vere sum nolite loqui anglicus. Ut a me non oat lac Latte?" Am I really not speaking english. Can I get a oat milk latte

"You really need to use english. Please, I beg of you."

"Het spijt me heel erg. Kan ik een havermelk latte krijgen?" I'm really sorry. Can I get an oat milk latte. At this point the manager had to excuse himself. Yet Peter hasn't lifted his head.

"Let's try this again. Would you please use english." The new guy looked like he was about to cry. Peter finally looked up from his book.

A flustered peter blushes finally realising what he's been doing "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I guess when I'm sleep deprived I speak different languages. What I meant to say was, can I please get an oat milk latte?" Looking for a name tag to apologize with his name. "Harley, your name's very pretty name." Seeing the guy is very hot.

"Thank you and yes I will get started on that. It was Kinda cute watching you through all those languages. Can I get a name for the order?"

Peter blushing even harder from the compliment gives his name and sits down.

"LATTE FOR PETER," Harley yells. "There's a little surprise under your name," He whispers. Peter turns the cup and blushes. "Friday night 6pm meet me here. Don't be late." All Peter can manage is a nod

~~Time skip to Friday at 6pm~~

"I just want to make sure you aren't kidnapping me," Peter says, mostly joking but at the same time not.

"Yes, now we have go to my basement." A lick of sarcasm as he says that. Still Peter looked scared. "No, we're going to my friends house." Peter still looked hesitant. "Don't worry it will be fine." Little did Peter know they were going to the place he lived in on weekends and breaks.

~~~Time skip~~~

They pull up to the compound and step out of the car.

Hello peter aren't you here a little early," Friday says. Harley looks so surprised

"Yo- You've been here before."

"Ya the avengers are my family. It's what happens when you are spiderman. I assume you are the potato gun guy"

Harley just kissed him. "Well let's go in then"

They had a fun night of laughter and bonding and became boyfriends after they left the compound.





So yes it shit like everything I write but my friend wanted it and thought might a swell use this  a a opportunity to write

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