our love of coffee // akitoya❤️

☆date☆

Singing, huh? I bet he'd sound so good...
But what career..

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There are some live houses
around here. I hear
them whenever I got to the
arcade.
You could see what that's

about.

Akito(^o^)
you? arcade? never would
have thought
and yeah I'll go check after my
shift tomorrow
thanks

No problem.
If you don't need my help
anymore, I'm going to go
to bed.

Akito(^o^)
okay night bro

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I shower and go to bed, yet I couldn't sleep. Based on his talking voice, I bet his singing voice would sound so good.
I bet his voice would sound beautiful with Cinema..
Wait- I don't even know what his voice sounds like! I can't obsessover what I don't know..

just let this day end..

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"One black coffee, please." I said as I smiled at the ginger.
"How do you like this? It seems like it would be so bitter.." He asked, handing me the coffee. "Different people have different tastes, I guess.." I shrug.

"So, what kind of music do you like to sing?" I ask.
"If I had to put a label of it... hip-hop, I guess?" he said, sounding unsure.
"Do you think I could hear you sing after work?" I say eagerly. "Haha, uh.. sure? Do you want to check out the live houses together, too?" he chuckled.
"If you want me there, then sure." I said, not wanting to be a bother.

"Sure, man. Maybe this can be an opportunity to get to know each other besides colors." And looked at me. (With THAT look, can't explain it.)
I look away, embarrassed. "So, where do we need to meet?" I ask. "Here, after I'm done, I guess." He says, and I look at him.
"I may have stared at you yesterday, but I don't stalk you.." I look at him guilty. "Meaning I don't know when you get off work." He looks at me blankly.

【akito pov】

Wow akito. one cu- one good looking (by the worlds beauty standards... yeah.) guy asks for your number, and he's just gotta be into you?! yeah, right! why would he?! get a grip.

"Are you okay?" the taller boy asked.
shit was I staring at him? I totally was, wasn't i...

"Haha, sorry, dude. I was just thinking. I get off at one." he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Akito, I love you, but I told you yesterday, quit chatting wi-" An looked at Toya. (She might've been gay, but even she could admit he was quite good-looking.)

She whispered into my ear, "If you ask him out, I'll tell my dad to let you take tomorrow off~" she looked me in the eyes and smiled mischievously. (How could one be a cheeto, yet a tomato at the same time?)

I looked at Toya, then whispered back: "I already have." And then smiled confidently. It wasn't really a date, but she didn't have to know that.

"Okay. I'll tell my dad that you said you didn't feel very good before you left. If that doesn't give you the day off for whatever reason, I'll tell him you looked really bad." She then gave me the wink and finger gun off the head thing that she does and walked away.