The doorbell jingled lightly, it was evening and the shop was bustling with customers. The windows were now painted different colors, the setting sun sending a flurry of colors into the cozy cafe making every person glisten with the different colors of a rainbow.
The same black haired girl welcomed him at the front counter.
"Oh." She said, stunned, "It's you."
"It's me," He smiled, "Sorry for acting weird the other day." He sighed and shook his head.
"Sorry for being a bitch," She grinned at his shyness. He mustered a smile back, "Can i get a coffee, then?"
"Yes, of course." She nodded, "Which one do you want?" She gestured a well-manicured hand to the menu board hanging behind her.
"Can I get a medium cappuccino with chocolate?" He squinted and read off what he felt like having. "Lovely choice." She smiled.
"You can go have a seat, your order will be with you shortly."
"Okay, thank you." He found an empty table at the far end of the cafe.
The cafe was fairly large, there were about four big tables and seven small tables with black chairs. He was sitting near a red window and all he saw was a red landscape as if covered in a light red liquid. At least the town looked more lively than usual.
A good ten minutes later his coffee finally arrived. "Here is a medium cappuccino with chocolate," Came a sweet voice and Harry looked up.
His mouth fell open.
The most beautiful person stood before him, his blond strands unruly under the cap, he wore a green apron covering his torso and when Harry noticed what he was wearing underneath it his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
"Th—thank you," He stuttered, his cheeks turning even more red under the red shade of the window. The boy smiled sweetly, "You're very welcome, handsome." He bit his lip and left with a graceful turn of his head.
Harry was finding it hard to breathe. The boy was wearing a skirt. A fucking skirt.
He picked up the glass and sipped, his tongue burned at the warmth, "Fuck!" He swore.
Deviously beautiful blonds like him shouldn't be wearing skirts, it should be illegal, he thought, it almost gave him a heart attack.
Finally settling the burning on his tongue, he blew on the coffee and drank it slowly, relishing the soft warmth that spread over him like wildfire.
He hummed as his eyes traveled to the other side of the cafe fixating on the blond almost immediately.
He had a small pen tucked behind his ear which Harry found adorable, his lips were curled into a soft, friendly smile and his skirt swished whenever he shifted on his feet.
Harry really tried not to let his gaze linger on his hips as he walked back to the front counter to the black haired girl who had greeted him first.
The blond turned around and met Harry's gaze, smirking when he caught him staring. Harry could only gape with reddening cheeks as he waved shyly at him.
Harry was really fucked.
