just imagine this a few years after the show ended. Simon never moved to Buenos Aires. Matteo and Simon never met. They don't know about each others existence. Luna and Simons contact faded away after she moved. Until Simon decided to see Buenos Aires for himself.
Matteo wipes sweat off his forehead. Jam&Roller is more crowded than ever. He's working his ass off. It's 7pm and people are still coming in. It's probably one of the hottest days it has been this summer. He's stuck here.
And that on his 24th birthday.
His so called friends didn't even bother to wish him a happy one to his face. Just dry texts. They suck, he knows that, but it's better than being all alone. Right?
He also didn't bother to take the day off, what would he even do? Eat cake and think about how miserable his life is? He'd given up on music after realizing it only held him back. Every time he grabbed his guitar he was being reminded of his trauma. The awfully cringe amount of songs he'd written all for her.
It was getting dark outside. Jam&Roller always stayed open late in summer. 7:45 pm. In 15 minutes he'd finally be able to take that cold shower he's been longing for the entire day.
It's so incredibly hot
The little bell rings announcing another customer walking in. Matteo throws his head back and waits for the person to come in sight for him.
And there he is. A boy around his age looks around as he walks towards the bar.
To say he's good looking was an understatement. Anyone reasonable would say that.
His brown, wavy hair brought a shadow with them on his forehead because of the lighting. Hazel brown eyes. Long eyelashes that curled up perfectly. A subtle, pink blush covered his cheeks. Probably because of the heat. His nose. His nose was perfect. The tip was also a bit pink.
Matteo admires him. Wow. He thinks. Until he realizes his creepy staring.
Fuck
Some godly looking guy just walked in, and here he was, sweat covering his face, hair wet because of old sweat. Disgusting. The most basic clothes he owned, and a stupid towel with the Jam&Roller logo on it.
"Hey" The guy snaps Matteo out of his thoughts.
ohmygod even his voice is perfect.
"Hey" Matteo clears his throat. "Can I get you anything?"
The boy squeezes his eyes. Matteo couldn't take his of off him. God he's gorgeous. The boy points his finger at one of the small chalkboards that hang all over the place. "Self made lemonade to cool off!" it says. He makes eye contact with Matteo and smiles. "Can you make me one of those?" He asks friendly. Matteo simply nods, not being able to bring out any words.
He turns to grab a glass and realizes he forgot to ask "Do you wanna drink it here or take away?" The boy looks up. "I'll take it away thank you." Matteo nods again.
While he prepares the boys drink, a question surprises him. "Do you know any cool places to visit here? Trip advisor only gives the popular sightseeings-" He leaned towards Matteo, over the bar, as if no one else was allowed to hear this. Matteo avoids eye contact and grabs ice cubes. "And I want to see the real Buenos Aires, you know what I mean?" Matteo is looking up now. He shuffles back a bit as he realizes how close the boy is.
He exhales. "I uhm-" Matteo looks away again, grabbing a straw. "I think so, but I'm not sure if you'd like them." That was so dumb. Matteo knows tons of places.
"Well-" the boy looks at Matteos shirt, and looks back up to make eye contact. "Matteo, tell me." Matteo almost visibly gasps at hearing his name come out of the boys mouth. Get it together. He thinks. Be professional.
