Lucy Pyre Coffee Shop AU - by Em O'Rald

Part 1

Lucy furtively adjusted her maid outfit and fixed her hair on her way to the table.

"Here's your triple shot vanilla iced oat milk latte, sir!" she said, cheerfully.

The man let out a curt grunt, not even lifting his head as he reached for the coffee, his gaze firmly tied to the book he was reading. Lucy lingered for a moment to admire his physique before heading back to the counter. There, she immediately broke into gossip with her coworker Sally.

"He's so hot!"

"I know, you've said that the last five times he came in here," Sally said flatly, continuing to clean the espresso machine and only giving Lucy a quick glance.

"But look at his hair, it's long but not too long, coming down to just above his chiseled jawline. His hazel eyes are always so stern and serious, like he could take command of any situation in a moment's notice. And just look at his arms!"

"What are you, writing a romance novel?"

"Oh, come on. You think he's hot too, right?"

"Obviously, but you've nicknamed him 'Mr. Sex' and you squeal every time he comes in. It disrupts the calm atmosphere of the coffee shop. At least call him by his name, Leon Kennedy. You write it on his cup every time."

"I do not squeal!" Lucy squealed.

"Yes, you do. And there's a new customer, go ring her up."

Lucy sighed and went to the register. Sally never understood her. She looked like a barbie doll, tall and blonde and with huge tits, a far cry from her own A-cups and 4'11" height. Lucy had spent the long 18 years of her life a virgin, but Sally seemed to have a new guy every week. And while Lucy tended to freak out, Sally could stay calm in even the most stressful situations. The fates had a cruel sense of humor putting them on the same shift so often.

Sally had tried to teach her the ropes, show her how to tell if someone is flirting and how to flirt back, but it never worked. It was intimidating at first, being around someone so attractive and so confident, but it quickly became apparent that she was horrible at teaching and a bit of a bitch. And even worse: she was straight. But she inevitably gave up on her lessons, writing Lucy off as hopeless. And sadly, Lucy was inclined to agree with her. She was indeed hopeless at romance.

She looked over at Mr. Sex – Leon – sitting in his chair and reading his book. Yet another fine specimen of a man forever out of reach, tantalizing her. She let out another long sigh and resolved to spend extra time with her hentai that evening.