you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other's throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you're both cast as each other's love interest in your second year of university you're forced to be civil with...
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You hurriedly threw open the cafe's door, awkwardly making your way up to the counter and ringing the bell. The cafe seemed to be busy as usual, with students pretending to study in one corner and awkward first dates in the other.
"Oh, it's you," a familiar voice sighs
You look up from where you were rustling around for your wallet when you see the very face of your demise.
"Since when did you work here," you ask, eyeing him in his fitting apron and dress shirt, "We have to get to rehearsal soon."
"Yeah, I was about to leave but then you rang the bell. Maybe I should just ignore you," Scara scoffs, resting his hand on his palm and leaning forward on the counter, "Unless you're still crying over getting a second lead?"
"I'm over it," you huff, squinting at the menu behind him, the prices made your cheap college self internally wince. But you deserved it after procrastinating all weekend on annotating your script.
"Hurry up and order," Scara sighs, spinning a pen between his fingers.
"What do you recommend?" you muse.
"Black coffee," Scara deadpans.
You stare at him.
"This explains why you are the way you are," you mutter, "Just give me today's special."
