Connors PoV
6:00am
Connor drove steadily down the deserted LA road, the rain pouring down the windows of his small, grey car. The radio was murmuring a sound that was drowned out by the heavy plops of rain that hammered the roof.
He parked up in the small car park outside a coffee shop & hurried into it.
"Good morning Connor!" A short, brown haired lady shouted from a room behind the counter.
"Morning Kirsty." Connor replied as Kirsty popped her head round the door.
"Can you go and get ready then we should be able to open up."
"Sure." Connor dumped his bag in the back room & picked up a maroon apron from a hook. He tied it around behind his waist as he strolled to turn the sign from, closed to open.
After about 15 minutes, the first customer walked in, bleary eyed. Connor approached the counter.
"Good morning! What can I get you?"
The older man ordered his drink thanked Connor before picking it up & walking back to his car.
A few more tired business like people came over the next half an hour and ordered their drinks for the journey to work.
At about 10:30 when the quaint coffee shop was quiet after the morning rush hour, a tall man with curly brown hair & blue eyes walked through the wooden door, the small bell tingling at it was pushed by the it.
Connor looked up from counting the money in the till and smiled. Only then did he realise how absolutely gorgeous the man was. He stammered slightly before talking.
"Hello what can I get you?" Breathing heavily, picking up a pen to write the mans order.
"Good morning, I'll have a large cappuccino please." He said smiling, his white teeth flashing.
"Can I ask your name please?"
"Troye."
Connor nodded writing his name on a large cup. He turned round to make the drink without noticing Troye sneak a piece of paper onto the counter where Connor was just before.
After a minute or so, Connor returned with Troyes drink & handed it over.
"Thank you! Have a good day."
"Thanks Connor, you too!" Troye winked, seeing his name badge & turned to leave the shop.
Connor looked down and smiled, butterflies floating around in his stomach.
& that was when he saw the small piece of paper with a number scribbled onto it, marked with
Troye x
at the bottom.
Troye was going to be the death of Connor.
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coffee / t.s+c.f
Fanfictionin which the shy boy working in the coffee shop falls for the curly haired boy with an Australian accent. {yes I understand this concept has been made into many fanfics, so this idea is not mine but I thought it'd be fun to do my remake of it}
