That Hot Barista

Chapter 4

Sitting, Felix takes a large bite out of the scone, crumbs cascading down down his lips and mouth and to the table below. He chews thoughtfully. "Do you think," he says, mouth still full. "That he doesn't speak Korean?"

Jisung slaps both of his palms into his forehead. "Felix, every word he's spoken so far has been in Korean."

"I know, I know, but hear me out - what if he's just reading off a script?"

"Are you being serious here? I'm being serious here. This is a real problem. How are we," Jisung gestures between the two of them. "This bad at flirting?"

"Are you sure that it's us? I'm still thinking he doesn't speak Korean."

Jisung wants to slap Felix. He loves his best friend, but holy crap he can be dumb sometimes.

Thinking, Jisung starts to come up with a plan. He whips out his phone and sends out a mass text. "Let's just get the others involved. If he can resist those them, then he might actually be just a robot."

"Good idea! If anyone can get a date with him it's the outstanding Prince Hwang."

They spend the time waiting for their friends in silence, watching the barista. He's great at his job. Quick, efficient, friendly. But whenever he's not speaking with customers he seems to just zone out and stare off into space. A few times he spaced out while pouring milk or creamer into cups of coffee, only to have the cups overfill and dump to the floor. When this happened, he blushed a deep red and made quick work of cleaning up his mess.

Nearly twenty minutes pass before two of the hyungs arrive. It's Changbin, dressed in black jeans and a dark red jacket, with Bang Chan, wearing a black tank top and basketball shorts. Changbin takes off his sunglasses and black bucket hat to greet the younger men. "Hey, what was that message about? Who's butt needs to be kicked for hurting my little Jisungie?" He reaches out to pinch Jisung's cheeks, but doesn't get to when said owner of cheeks smack his hands away.

"What did you even text everyone?"

"That my feelings were hurt because of some awful mean guy."

Felix rolled his eyes. "And you think I'm miserable."

The two elders took their seat at the table, setting all of their things down.