That Hot Barista

Chapter 2

"Your manicure." He says. "It'd be a waste of money if you chewed your fingers to bits."

Jisung sighs, dropping his hand to the table.

"What is it?" Felix hasn't looked up from his book since he started speaking. It's some fancy novel about art in the renaissance that Jisung couldn't be paid to read, but it's holding Felix's interest well enough. He flips the page while he waits for Jisung to answer.

Jisung crosses his legs. "Do you think I'm hot?"

"Jisung," Felix says in warning. "What's this about?"

"Just answer the question. If I flirted with you - or say someone who was equally as handsome and maybe a bit taller and potentially a man who worked in a coffee shop - would you reciprocate?"

Felix's gaze flickered up to the barista. Jisung whined and bounced in his seat, telling Felix not to look at him. "That's what this is about? Did he shoot you down? If he did, he's an idiot."

"No, he didn't shoot me down." Jisung sighs. "He didn't even acknowledge that I said anything."

"Yikes. What an asshole."

Jisung bites his thumb again. Before Felix can pull his hand from his mouth again, Jisung drops it back down to the table. "You think he's just like - way too hot for me?"

"Jisung. Stop. Literally no one on this Earth is 'way too hot' for you."

He groans, dropping his head to rest on the inside of his arms. His latte is long forgotten, getting colder by the second. He's much too preoccupied trying to figure out how he could get shut down so quickly by the pretty barista.

Letting out an all too dramatic sigh, Felix sets his book down, slipping in his bookmark as he does so. "How about this," he says, placing a hand on Jisung's back. "I'll go up there, flirt with him, if he responds then we know he's just not into devilish twinks,"

"I am not a twink - how dare you."

"And if he doesn't respond, then maybe his little pin is just an ally thing. Maybe he's one of those straight guys who's really into gay rights." They stare at each other in silence for a few moments, before Jisung agrees and waves Felix towards the pretty barista.

Expecting a different response than the one Jisung got, Felix walks up to the counter with a bit of a swagger.