heartstopper ausᥫ᭡

୨୧ coffee brown and cerulean blue ୨୧

prompt: charlie works as a barista and something catches his attention more than the smell of coffee in the air.

[soft, romance]

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❛ coffee brown and cerulean blue ❜

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He was sweating, Charlie was aware of it.

Tanned fingers grasping cup handles and milk pitchers and scooping coffee beans into machines served as a way to heighten the amount of heat surrounding him, the only contrast to the blaze being the cold ice coffee cups he would place down once in a while when calling out a customers name.

"I've got an Iced Coffee for Joeanna?"

"A matcha green milk tea for Tobbie?"

"A black coffee for Kittrina?"

The repetition of taking the drinks, reading the name, calling it out with the order and then placing them down on the counter for some rushing buisness man or a sweet blonde to come quickly grab was quite relaxing for the Brit.

Charlie liked routine. He was understanding towards the shivers a cold drink would give him or how often it was for there to be a few burns given to employees or himself when making an order goes wrong in between the rush of the english morning winds. He was prepared for it, just as he liked it.

Being prepared kept him safe. Knowing where things were keeps him sane. Entering the cafe to open it up at exactly 7 am was vital for both himself and others.

Routines were vital.

That's why Charlie loved his regulars.

He would quickly glance up from his grip on the small paper pastry bag towards the door, spot a recognisable face and it would make his heart flutter. He would grin and continue while advancing towards them with friendliness and boundless cheerfulness as he knew them - and maybe that little thing just meant more to him than anyone knew.

Tara and Darcy, a cute couple from which he knew from highschool and who had stayed in touch as they graduated. Tara was dressed in a black jean pencil skirt with an oversized hot pink tank with seemingly her partners pastel pink zip up hoodie. Darcy, in contrast, was wearing light blue jeans ripped at the knee and a simple short sleeved t-shirt with the lesbian flag at the breast pocket. They complimented each othwr quite well, Charlie thought, due to Tara having white air force 1's and Darcy having black ones.

They walked in with their arms linked, Darcy pushing forward to place her hands onto the counter and beam at him with her unmatched energy - Charlie would continue to seek answers to how she could start her mornings running on her genetic adrenaline. Tara, more reserved and respectful towards the seated customers, walked towards Charlie and patted his hand in a quick gesture of friendliness.

"Charlie," the blonde dragged, her smile becoming increasingly brighter as she spoke "It's been to long!"

"You were here yesterday," Charlie reminded, shifting slightly to the side to place down the bag in front of the customer who has walked up to the counter silently as the couple entered. "Maybe you should stay away longer, the coffee is starting to fuse with your blood cells and cause you to constantly act like... a Darcy"

A chuckle pulled Charlie's gaze over to the dark skinned girl who was smiling endearingly at him. Tara, still with her arm linked with Darcy's, eased her love towards the empty tables at the side of the cafe obviously sensing Charlie's emotions os slight stress due to the heat.