ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Ciao Bella/Aurevoir Beauté

Coffee shop au but make it ✨Fruity✨

i'll probably only be writing fluff for a bit cause im sad lol

Pronouns: He/Him

Words: 973

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Coffee. You could make it many ways. Dark and rich, light and creamy, the list goes on. You go to the same name brand place and after a while, you get tired of the same old coffee. Even if you do order something different, it all starts to taste the same. He needed a change. So today, rather than walking into the Starbucks that had the same menu as every other building with the logo, he walked into a smaller building that was conjoined to several others, the buildings next door being a law firm and a space that had yet to be bought or rented out. The sign above the door read 'Bark Coffee', with a simple doodle of a dog next to a cup of coffee, a flip sign on the glass door read open.

Pushing open the door, the smell of fresh ground coffee beans hit his nose, along with some kind of pastry. The shop was quaint, two double couches sat across from each other, the coffee table in-between has some book, magazines and board games stacked neatly underneath. By the window sat a table with two chairs on either side, another one situated similarly a few feet away. Currently, the only person inside was the person standing - or rather sitting on a barstool behind the counter- reading a book.

When he stepped in, a little bell above the door wrang, the male behind the counter looking up from his book before marking his place and setting it down on the stool he had stood from. Smiling, he looked at him with slightly tired eyes. "Welcome to Bark Coffee, how can I help you?" 

He was slightly taller than he was. He had (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair that looked like it had been half-hazard styled, but it fit him well. He was wearing a black t-shirt with some jeans, a light blue apron rested over his chest and down about to his knees. Looking up at the Menu, most of the drinks were dog puns, like 'Latte Labrador' and 'Au-Lait Shepherd', to name a few.

"I've never been here before, what do you recommend?" He asked as the male grabbed a paper coffee cup that had some paw prints on it. "Well, are you wanting something hot or cold?"

"Cold, I guess."

"Iced or Frappuccino?"

"I think I'm in a more Frap mood today,"

Writing something on the cup, he stopped. "You like chocolate?" he asked. "Who doesn't?"

Finishing writing on the side of the cup, he looked back up. "Name?" Turning, he saw there wasn't anybody else there waiting on coffee. In fact, nobody else was there except him and the barista, yet the place still felt alive, old 80's rock playing softly though the speakers.

"There's nobody else here though?"

"Someone could come in right after you order," he responded with a small smirk. 

"Smitty"

Nodding, he set the cup down by the register. "$4.35" he said Smitty handing over a five. Typing a few things, he handed him back his change with a receipt. He went and sat down on one of the couches, taking out his phone to check for the things he had to do that day. The most he had that day was a Stream in an hour. After a bit, a small counter bell wrang. 

"Smitty?"

He stood and walked to the counter, the male handing him his cup. "One mocha Puppuccino," He said with a slight smile. His phone pinged, a message that called him back to his house from one of his friends, something about a life changing decision that involved ice cream and several pounds of sprinkles. 

"I gotta dash, thank you for the coffee," he said, taking the cup and walking to the door.

"No problem, Ciao Bella!"

'Ciao Bella?' He had heard it before, but couldn't remember what it meant in the moment. Sipping his coffee, he started his walk back, deciding he would stop by more often.

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'Ciao Bella, Ciao Bella, what did it mean?'

Smitty had made it so that he would try and go to the coffee shop at least once a week, ordering something different each day. And every time he would leave to go wherever it was he needed to go next, the barista would always say the same thing.

'Ciao Bella!'

Grabbing his phone and typing in the phrase, he read the first thing that popped up. A google translation from Italian to English. 

'Goodbye Beautiful'

Had this guy been flirting with him the whole time and he just hadn't noticed? Now he felt dumb. He had taken a slight interest to the male, but had never gotten his name, he never even wore his name tag. So today, when he walked into the shop, he had a plan.

After ordering and sitting down, he grabbed a napkin and scribbled down a few things. When his name was called this time, he thanked the male and slipped him the napkin. As he walked out, said that same thing he always did when he walked out.

"Ciao Bella!"

Except this time, Smitty had a response.

"Aurevoir Beauté!"

Although he couldn't see it, the male stopped what he was doing when he heard that, a smile making a way onto his face as he looked down at the napkin, a series of numbers written next to a small note that read 'Text me sometime?'

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About an hour had passed since then, and his phone pinged. picking it up, an unknown number had texted him.

You the guy that gave me his number on a napkin?

yep, thatd be me!

cool, cool

uhm, wanna hang sometime?

Would love to, but could i get your name first?

It's (Y/n). how does 5 on Tuesday sound?

works for me

cool, see you then, Bella

sounds good, see you soon, Beauté

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i am filled with unbridled rage currently :]