PHAN ONE SHOTS :)

Latte Love.

Prompt: "They meet in a coffee shop ( with one of them working there and the other ordering) from looking at each other from a distance until one day (whoever you choose works there) works up the courage to leave a pick up line on the cup, which is responded to by a number written on a napkin that is placed on the counter."

Prompter: Shadowed-Color

Word Count: 1,242

Umm I may have changed a few things with the propmt (Im really sorry, hopefully it didn't get too off track. I hope you like it Shadowed-Color...)

I walked into the Coffee shop that I always smell from two blocks away. The smell of coffee and muffins always filled the air this early in the morning. The coffee shop was a cute place, it was small, but cozy. The shop name always threw me off though, Lets Get Steamy.

It seems that if you werent careful you would attract the attention of a crowd you really didn't want.

I fixed my hair once again, the black locks always falling in my face. The wind wasn't helping today, my fringe kept getting splinges and it was starting to frizz.

I opened the door and walked to the couter. There was a man in front of me, with an expensive looking suit on. He ordered his drink, quite rudely if I may add.

The guy walked away with his coffee mumbling nonsense about the slow pace of the employee.

"What a peach." I said motioning to the retreating man.

The boy behind the couter shot me a grateful smile, silently thanking me for my sarcasm of the stupid customer.

"Umm can I have a Hot Chocolate?" I asked politely.

The boy nodded and took my money. He walked over to the machine and got my drink handing it to me. He sent a small smile my way.

Damn he was adorable.

I smiled gratefully and went to a small table by the window, opening my laptop and beginning another chapter of the book I was writing.

Then a tall boy with brown hair walked into the room. I gazed at him, not realizing it wasn't socialy acceptable to stare for a prolonged amount of time. But fuck was he pretty.

I zoned back in on what I was writing. I reread the paragraph, did I? I did. I just decribed the boy behind the counter.

I looked back up at him from behind my laptop, trying to be discrete, but he was looking at me too. As soon as our eyes met he quickly blushed and looked down, wiping off the counter.

I stayed in the shop for another hour, finishing a chapter of my book, I needed to write more to make my deadline, but the brown haired boy kept entering my thoughts.

I knew I'd be coming back tomorrow, and I knew I'd be disappointed if brown eyes wasn't working.

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The next day was a repeat of the last, except my hair was nicer, and I put more effort into my outfit. You could try telling me I was trying to impress the boy I met yesterday, but I'd deny it.

I pushed open the door again and thank my lucky stars, he was working.

I walked up to the counter and asked for a Latte. He smiled at me.

"That'll be $4.75." He said smiling.

"Oh uh yeah here." I said placing a $5 in his hand.

"I really like your coffee shop." I spit out.

"Well I mean it's not your coffee shop. Oh crap it might be. Umm its just nice here...is all." I stuttered out my face turning red.

"I do actually own it." Brown eyes said.