Siren Songs and Cherry bombs

Buzzkill is a Buzzkill

"Man! Being in charge of the counter at the café is boring!" I groaned as I leaned against the counter, waiting for the morning rush to end. It's been busy all morning and I have two more hours till my shift is over. The amount of people in the café was slowly dwindling in size but it was still a bit overwhelming. But still I complained like I totally wasn't the owner of this café.

The bell on the door jingled as another person entered. No one was in the line currently so he was able to walk up to the register immediately. He was tall and had fluffy brown hair. He was wearing an ugly mustard yellow sweater and had round wire rimmed glasses that you could find on a person's Pinterest board.

He seemed familiar. As soon as I thought that it was like I was watching a movie in fast forward.

"Wilby! Play another song for me!" The brunette in front of me stiffened. He looked like the guy who just entered the café. What is going on? Me and this guy were sitting in bed. He had a guitar in his lap. It was like I was watching events through the eyes of someone else but unable to control the body I was inhabiting. I could feel the things they were feeling. Embarrassment flooded my system and I felt my ears heat up.

"Did you just fucking call me Wilby!?" I spluttered. Immediately defending myself.

"No I did not! I DID NOT CALL YOU WILBY!" I yelled. The brunette laughed. I felt myself grow even more embarrassed.

"It's ok! You can call me Wilby!" He said through laughs. I felt the need to make up an excuse.

"Well. I only called you that because we are like brothers!" Shit! That wasn't an excuse. This person was digging themselves into a bigger hole. The brunet's eyes looked watery as he responded.

"Don't say that. I will cry" His voice sounded choked. The person Snickered before speaking.

"But it's true. We're like brothers!" My flashback ended as soon as it started. The strange memory is still in my mind. Brushing it off like it was nothing, I looked back at the brunette as he walked in.

He walked up to the counter and looked at the menu for a bit. His hands were in his pockets as he looked up. Clearing my throat I spoke.

"Um, excuse me? Are you going to order? Or are you going to just stand there?" I asked, grabbing his attention.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." He looked at me. He stared for a bit before speaking again. "Aren't you a bit young to work here?" He asked. He seemed to realize what he said and he slapped his hands over his mouth.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud." He apologized, looking guilty.

"Well you said it anyway. I expect a big tip for that one." I grumbled and answered half heartedly. "So what are you going to order?" I repeated the question.

"Um... Can I have a London fog?" I nodded before putting his order into the register.

"Will this order be for here or to-go?" I asked. He thought for a moment before answering.

"For here." He answered.

"What will the name for that be?" I looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

"Wilbur or Will." He said.

"Who still names their kid Wilbur!? It makes you sound like a pretentious prick!" Realizing what I had said I did the exact thing Wilbur did minutes before and slapped one of my hands over my mouth.

"I am so sorry sir! It just slipped out!" To my surprise he started to laugh. His laugh was sharp and filled the entire café. His laugh made me feel warm. I shook that feeling away as he spoke.