Life's Not Out to Get You {MUKE}

Boy Meets Boy

Black jeans, white tee, black converse: the uniform for every hipster in the Manhattan area. Michael saw at least two dozen people with the exact same outfit every day; they filed in and out the door, ordering the same drink and shuffling past each other, unaware of the fact that they were all blending into one big H&M ad.

Michael knew that hipsters came with the job but he loved it too much to quit. There was something about the thought of working 9-5 in a dead end job that made him love being a barista that much more. Sure, the pay was kind of crap and he always smelt like stale coffee but when he went home at night he didn't hate his life, he went to bed with a smile on his face and that was all he needed.

That was until he met the stranger with striking blue eyes. He came sauntering in looking like the posterchild for Hipsters R Us and Michael almost started making a flat white out of habit but stopped when he saw the boy studying the menu. Michael found himself staring as he hummed to the jazz music playing over the speakers.

"What's a Frappuccino? And why does it sound so exotic?"

Michael whipped his head around as he heard the boy talk, his words smooth as honey.

"Well it's kind of like a milkshake but it has coffee. Well some of them have coffee, some don't. Do you like coffee? I mean of course you do you're at coffee shop." Michael felt his cheeks burn red as he spewed out nonsense.

The blue eyed boy looked at him, completely unfazed by Michaels never ending word vomit.

"Could you just make me a black coffee? Nothing fancy or confusing just plain black coffee, do you guys do that here?" Michael nodded and started brewing the coffee. His eyes fell on the stranger, taking all of him in.

Blue hair peeked out from underneath a black beanie. He was tall, easily five or six inches taller than Michael. His t-shirt hung from his small shoulders, hidden beneath a maroon flannel. Michael noted that it was the only thing with color he had on.

By the time Michael was done staring at the boy he was handing him his coffee and he was on his way out the door.

"Wait! What's your name?" Michael called out, shocking the blue haired boy and himself.

"I'm Luke. Now if you excuse me, I've got a job to get to." He said with a hint of ice to his tone.

Michael watched as Luke rushed out of the café and into the blustering wind, leaving him feeling unlike he ever had before.