Pretty (Off/Gun)

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The exam week was almost over, and Gun was happily skipping to the coffee shop near his campus, planing to reward himself with the hot, bitter drink. His smile grows bigger as he entered the shop, smelling the aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans. Gun made his way to the counter, trying to decide which type of drink to order. 

"What will it be?" The deep, velvet voice interrupted him. Gun's eyes slipped on the person talking to him. The tall, very handsome barista was smiling at him, waiting for his order. 

"Americano, to go." He stuttered, trying not to stare at the man for too long. The barista made a few steps to the coffeemaker, making his drink. Gun was immersed in observing the taller man. He finds him fascinating for some odd reason. 

"Here you go." The barista handed him a paper cup, taking a few bills from his hand. Their fingers touched for a slight second, sending a small electric wave through Gun's body. 

"Thank you." Gun shyly looked away after scanning the man's uniform. 

"You are welcome. Come again." The barista answered. As Gun reluctantly walked towards the exit of his new favourite coffee shop, he glanced down at his cup. 

"You are pretty." was written in place of his name. He glanced back, and their eyes met. The handsome barista smiled at him, sending him a wink. Gun's cheeks turned rosy pink as he quickly turned around and sprinted away. The name Off from the barista's tag burned into his brain. 

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