It's NOT a crush!

At the café

Pick has (NOT) a crush on Rome and started to (NOT) develop deeper feelings during the time.
Working title was 'coffee crush' because I originally planned just a short One Shot about Pick falling for cute barista Rome and I thought 'coffee crush' sounded cute (and it's an alliteration >3>) but then I got off the point and it grew bigger and bigger and somehow got a more complex plot and I couldn't hold myself and now you've got 3 long chapters + special (2 parts) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (seriously why did I do that to myself? ._. I'm not fluent in English and had a hard time writing it...)

To sum it up, this is my first story in English, so please give me any kind of feedback (my oneshot 'Tweet Tweet' doesn't count because I wrote it after this one)
Enjoy <3

It's NOT a crush!

Episode 1: At the café – It's not a crush!

The bell on the door ringed when Pick entered the café. A cute guy behind the counter looked up and smiled warm.

"Good morning, P'Pick. The usual?" Rome asked and Pick hummed as an answer. This big friendly smile got him every time. It made him feel weak and Pick hated it but at the same time couldn't get enough of it.

Since the day Pick had discovered this little café near the campus and had noticed Rome for the first time, he visited the café nearly every day. Rome had entangled him in a conversation that day and his laugh had captured Pick's heart immediately. It hit Pick off guard. Normally Pick hated people and especially those 'always happy' guys got on his nerves. It was a miracle that he was friends with Porsche to be honest. But Rome was different. He had something fascinating that Pick couldn't ignore. He was so happy and open. He always started a conversation with Pick regardless of all the work he had when the café was busy. He found time to talk to him and always responded with a big smile that melted Pick's heart. And Pick let him and stayed near the counter, took all the time Rome offered him and enjoyed it. It was a nice feeling and Pick liked it spending his time with Rome... But he would never say it out loud.

"Here" Rome's voice teared him from his thoughts. He placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and smiled his signature smile. "I hope you like it."

"Hm" answered Pick, took the cup, and placed himself next to the counter. He watched Rome working. It was kind of reassuring watching Rome making coffee. He looked always so lively doing it. Pick was amazed by that. He knows that he was a grumpy guy – Porsche told him that often enough, thanks buddy – and he knew he was always annoyed by anything. But with Rome's present... he felt weirdly balanced.

Porsche liked to annoy him with his theory that he spent so much time in the tiny café because of his crush on the cute barista. Pf! As if! Rome was a boy. It was impossible for Pick to have a crush on a boy. He always liked girls. Until now he never looked after a boy crossing the street. His feelings for Rome were no way near something romantic.

He told Porsche the exact same thing and got a laugh and a hard punch on his shoulder as a response. He had just shaken his head and said there was always a first time. As if Pick would look after Rome on the street...

Pick blinked when Rome passed him on his way to a table and Pick followed him with his eyes. He couldn't resist to admire Rome's statue while he tried to balance two cups and some pastry on a tray. It should be illegal to wear tight jeans like that.

Pick shook his head in disbelief when he realised where his eyes travelled. Quickly he turned away and took a big gulp of coffee. It tasted as good as always, Rome really made the best coffee Pick ever had.