"Can we please stop? I'm exhausted, need to go the bathroom, and need a coffee." Mitch groaned.
Mike stared at his son, exasperated.
"It's not my fault that you didn't get up at the last stop! Me and Nel got coffee. Since we're the ones driving, we choose when to stop." Mike snapped back.
Nel sighed. The boys had been at each others throats for most of the road trip. Why exactly they had decided to drive across Canada was beyond her, but she went with them anyways.
"Either pull over, or I'll pee out the window. I'll do it!" Mitch threatened.
Nel pull her signal on, and pulled over at a Tim Hortons. They had all come to love the Canadian coffee- much better and cheaper than the American coffee staples of Dunking' Doughnuts or Starbucks.
Mitch ran out of the car as soon as it had slowed down, not even waiting for the car to be parked. He ran to the bathroom inside the coffee shop, startling everyone watching him.
His parents went to the counter, and ordered an Ice Capp for the both of them, and a syrup-free iced coffee for their son.
"We ordered it, so you can pick it up," Nel said with a smirk. With that, the parents went to the bathroom, and then to the car.
Mitch rolled his eyes, ans went to the side counter where all the drinks and food would be placed.
"Umm... Grassi?" The blonde at the counter called out.
Mitch went forward, looking up at the man at the counter.
Wow. That's a hunk of gorgeous if I've ever seen one!
His blue eyes twinkle mischievously, and there was a friendly, joking aura around him.
"Umm... that would be me. How much do I owe you?" He asked the man, grabbing my wallet.
He looked up at the smaller boy, and his eyes bugged out.
"Noth- I mean- they alrea- umm... nothing. It's already been payed for." He stuttered.
Mitch's heart melted for him.
Cute and shy at the same time... I don't know if he could get any more perfect.
He looked closer at him, and raised his eyebrows.
"You like Lindsey Stirling?" Mitch asked him, hoping that he wasn't just wearing a random shirt. Mitch was secretly a Stirlingite- though he'd rather die than admit to it.
The coffee guy's face went bright red.
"Y-yah. Her new album is amazing! She really rocks out. And being able to turn your pain into something beautiful... only us musical people could do it and appreciate when others do it." He rambled.
"You're musical?" Mitch asked him, startled. He wouldn't have pegged the blonde haired man as someone musically inclined.
The guy nodded sheepishly.
Cute and shy and musical and a Stirlingite... plus he has access to the best coffee in the world. What more could I want?
"Umm... could you just sign the receipt here?" He asked, pushing a paper towards Mitch, gesturing to a spot marked with an x.
Cashier: Scott.
"Sure thing... Scott."
He signed the name Mitch Grassi as fancily as he could, before turning it back to Scott.
He grabbed the three coffees and went to leave.
He noticed a phone number written on rhe bottom of his cup when he got to his car.
"Good thing that we stopped... isn't it?" Nel teased her husband, seeing Mitch's awestruck and jovial expression.
Mike grunted.
Mitch added the number to his phone
Mitch: Heya it's Mitch- the guy from the coffee shop.
Scott: Want to meet up?
Mitch: Sure 😊
