Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!! 

all credits go to NeroAnne on ao3

Jonathan Byers did not believe in love at first sight.

He was too busy to even think about such a cliché. He had way too things to worry about. Like how he had been meaning to return his younger brother's call from Indiana but kept getting side-tracked, how he had been neglecting to buy his cat her favorite treats, how his client kept refusing to set up an appropriate photo-shoot date, and how he had forgotten to add the damn sugar in his coffee.

He pursed his lips, swallowing down the too-bitter liquid. He sighed, setting his appointment book aside on the table and standing, his coffee in his hand and his feet carrying him to the little stand where the sugars and creamers were stacked.

Jonathan grabbed a packet of sugar and small plastic stirrer. He brought the sugar packet to his lips, ripping it open and dumping it into his coffee cup. He stirred, glancing behind him at the sound of a couple arguing a few tables away.

The woman, clad in a rather lovely baby pink sweater and wearing a pair of tight jeans, stood and glared down at the man, who was trying to offer an explanation while trying to detach his arm from around the much younger blonde girl at his side.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, turning back to his coffee. He brought it to his lips, taking an experimental sip. Content with the less-bitter taste, he turned, making his way back to his table. He sat down, grabbing onto his book again and skimming it over.

It happened too fast that he didn't really even understand it at first.

He gasped, standing upright and pulling his book off of the desk, swinging his legs side-ways to avoid being burned by the coffee that spilled over his table. The sound of a man apologizing down to him caused his head to rise in confusion and he stared up into concerned brown eyes.

Jesus Christ.

It should be illegal to have such a wicked jawline. Thick brown hair, styled with some sort of product, surely, was pushed off of an attractive face. Full lips were frowning as they stared down at him and Jonathan forced himself to blink.

"Don't worry," the voice said, low and gentle, "it's iced." He swept a hand into his hair, visibly bothered, "I'm really sorry, that woman went flying out of here like a bat out of hell and-" the man sighed, "She bumped me and I stumbled, my coffee slipped."

Oh.

"N-no, it's fine," Jonathan stared at the dirtied table, watching as a staff member rushed over, cleaning the mess up with a frilly towel.

"I'm sorry, sir," the teenaged girl told the man, staring at him from under long lashes, "I'll get you another iced coffee right away, I saw what happened." How considerate of her.

The man smiled charmingly, thanking the girl as she walked away, before looking back down at him. "Are your papers ruined?"

What?

"Oh, no," Jonathan shuffled the book open, glancing them over. They were completely fine, a tad creased with how hard he'd fast he'd snatched the book up, but completely dry. "Really, it's fine. It wasn't your fault." His lips twitched, "It wasn't even really hers. She had every reason to be upset."

The man chuckled, "Yeah, can you imagine? Finding your significant other cheating on you in one of New York's busiest coffee shops." He smiled down at Jonathan, offering a hand, "Steve Harrington."

Fuck, even his hands were nice.

Jonathan smiled, extending his own hand, "Jonathan Byers," and when their hands touched, he could swear that an electric current seized up his arm. He gasped softly, seeing the way Steve's eyes widened. Their hands slowly fell, Steve's long fingers trailing over his palm.