OffGun May Collection of Drabbles

Sky (Off/Gun)

Author's note: A small continuation from a Pretty, because why not.

It took Gun a whole week before he gathered the courage to come into the coffee shop again. He took a deep breath as he opened the glass door stepping inside the busy shop. Gun scanned the whole area, trying to find the handsome, tall barista from the last time, but to his luck, he wasn't there. The disappointment washed over him as he ordered his favourite drink. Few minutes of waiting and the paper cup with hot liquid was in his hand. He looked around once more, pouting a little when he didn't find what he wanted and left. 

The same scenario repeated for the next few days, and Gun started to believe the handsome barista with shining eyes wasn't mean for him. He tried to go at a different time every day, but it was to no avail. Gun was currently sitting on a bench in the nearby park, looking at the sky full of stars. He sighs in defeat. Not even a pretty night sky could make his day better. 

"Hi," the voice spoke from beside him. The smaller boy jumped, a little startled. He didn't register someone sitting next to him. 

"I heard from my coworker you were visiting the coffee shop." The man spoke again. Gun's eyes went wide when he recognized the person sitting by his side. The handsome barista was smiling at him, handing him a paper cup. Gun was frozen, trying to process what was happening. 

"I got your favourite."

"Thank you." Gun manage to answer as he took the cup from him. 

"So, pretty, what's your name? I am Off." The barista grinned, watching carefully Gun's cute reaction. 

"Gun." He stuttered, his cheeks getting pinker and pinker. The two talked under the night sky, and if that small talk made them realize a thing or two, that's for a different story.