Cafe Boy - Troyler

Cafe Boy - Troyler One-Shot

Troyes POV

2 Months. 8 weeks. 56 days. For 2 months, every single morning I have gone to the small cafe on the corner of my street and had my regular morning cup of coffee and breakfast. And in that 2 months, every single day, I have seen the beautiful blue haired boy. In all this time we have not breached the silence with our words. He sat on on one side of the cafe and I on the other. After about a week it became a routine. I get there after him, I look over to check if he is there which he always is, we exchange small morning smiles and that leads me to be a blushing mess. I place my order and sit in my seat in the corner and there for 40 minutes the blue haired mystery boy and I catch each other in lingering stares, blushes and bashful chuckles. He would always be the first to leave gesturing a nod my way before, ever so slightly, swaying his hips as he walks past me leaving the cafe.

During these 2 months this place and him have became my happy place, the one thing in my day that can calm me. I walk into the familiar cafe, it is not a busy cafe so it doesn't give me any anxiety and as soon as I see his kind face it immediately puts me at ease, I don't know anything about him, not even his name. What I do know is that he is a voice that gives a tingle on my body and that his laugh is the most enjoyable sound I've ever heard. I first heard his laugh was when we were having one of our regular 'stare off's' and I took a sip of coffee still looking in his eyes and I cracked smiling and dribbled coffee down my chin and onto my lap. I blushed at the one or two stares we got, we were, to them, laughing by ourselves. Blue haired boys laugh was infectious the sound resonating through my ears, it gave me butterflies in my stomach and I wanted to hear it again, forever, I could tell his laugh was something I could never forget or get used to.

For 2 months, every day, Monday through to Sunday, 9am he was there. But one Monday morning, he wasn't. I started to back track and try and find something that might have gone wrong or if something was off, he was nervous on Sunday morning and wasn't smiling as much but I thought he might have had an off day, we all have those days. I tried not to dwell on it too much, he probably slept in. Tuesday, no show, he's probably sick. Wednesday, I decided to ask the waiter when she brought me my breakfast.

"Excuse me, have you seen the blue haired boy recently, he usually comes here in the morning?" I asked politely lifting an eyebrow looking up at her. She set down my plate of food in front of me gently and then looked at me to reply, "Oh Tyler? Yes, he came in about 7 this morning for his usual." I narrowed my brow slightly but quickly regained my happy appearance and thanked her, she nodded and wished me a good morning.

After she left I let my thoughts run wild, I finally had a name, Tyler, it suited him. Though I was pleased by this new information I got stuck on why he was going at 7am rather than our usual 9am. Is he sick of me and our little dance we are doing? Did I miss my shot because I was too afraid to talk to him and he got sick waiting around? Maybe he found someone better with a better coffee order? I shook those thoughts out of my head, I was being very self centred, what If he has a good reason? Guess I'll never know. I just hope he's okay.

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Saturday, its been 6 days since I've seen Tyler and I can honestly say that I hated every morning away from him, the mornings weren't calming and all and it led too a stressful work environment, I was working on a small record deal putting together an EP and nothing was coming to my mind of things to write about. I had started a song called 'Happy Little Pill' which was about our mornings and everything, but without him coming it all just seems irrelevant. The words to describe him are not coming through on paper because I don't have my morning inspiration.

It was still Saturday and I'm currently walking down the road to the cafe. Slower than my usual pace, I had nothing to look forward to, it was slightly chilly today so I opted for a simple blue washed-out sweater and my regular black skinny jeans and converse, simple but comfy against the cold. I walked into the cafe instinctively looking towards Tyler's corner, no Tyler today, again. I Sighed and made my way to place my order. I slid in my seat not noticing someone sitting across from me, I couldn't care if it were some stranger, this had been my seat for 2 months and I don't plan on changing it. I didn't look up, concentrating on my book I had brought with me, it was a good distraction from focussing on the lack of my daily Tyler stares.