Angel
This chapter contains heavily mature content, I was going to label it [m] but it doesn't surpass that limit of sexual content.
"Hello, what can I get you?" I ask the man in front of me.
"May I have a pumpkin spice latte, with a cream cheese bagel?" He asked, pulling out his wallet.
"Is that all, sir? If so, that'll be 8.89," I tap onto the register. "Yeah, here you go." He slides ten dollars towards me.
"Thank you. Your order will be ready in about eight minutes." I say, mixing vanilla extract, milk, and cinnamon together.
"Would you like whipped cream?" I ask, pouring coffee in the cup. "Uhh, sure." He types onto his phone.
"Alright, here you go. Heavy cream cheese, light whipped cream." I place the bagel in a paper bag.
"Thank you, also here." He says sliding me a piece of paper. "Call me." He smiles.
"Won't be necessary. But thank you." I slide back the piece of paper, pushing forward the bag and drink.
"Just think about it, you don't have to. It's a more of a piece of mind. And I'd probably regret it later if I didn't at least try." He slides the paper back, picking up his belongings.
"I admire your persistence. Have a nice day." I nod.
"I admire your stubbornness. And you too." He smiles.
He walks away, the door closing behind him.
"You aren't going to call him, right..?" Beau asked, staring at me with puppy dog eyes.
"When did you get here?" I asked, wiping down the counter.
"Just when he left." He pointed.
"Oh.." I nod.
"So.." Beau rocked back and forward.
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "No, Beau. I'm not going to call him."
"Really?" His face brightens. "Yes, really." I laugh.
"You had me worried there for a second." He mumbles, chuckling awkwardly.
"Why would you be worried?" I questioned.
"Because you are a very attractive person, even a blind person can see that and someone like me.. I'm an everyday look." He points to himself.
"An average person like me has no chance with.." he looks me up and down, slowly smiles.
"A person like you." He says.
I pull him close to me by his face.
"Don't talk down on yourself like that. You shouldn't compare yourself to others where they don't compete." I say, looking into his ever so blue eyes.
He just stares at me. His face becoming more and more red. "Okay?" I say,
"Okay." He says with his face still smushed between my hand.
"God, you're adorable." I smile, letting go of his face.
"Also, I wouldn't have to call him. He isn't the one I gave a blow and hand job to in this very place." I wink.
"Angel.." he groaned into his hand, face turning into a tomato.
"See, nothing to worry about." I wave to him to enter the kitchen. He follows me into the kitchen, "Now today, you are going to make food with me."
"Really?" He semi-shouts.
"Yes really." I grab another apron, "Here, put this on." He looks at me confusingly, "I'll help you." I roll my eyes.
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Apathetic Boy
Romance• ap·a·thet·ic adjective showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern. • Angel. He was a ball of sunshine. Smiled all the time, even on bad days. Always kept his chin high. Considering he never had a stable relationship with his family, no...
