Alex and his brother, Rhyland, have moved from London to be closer to family after their parents passing. Both have been excepted into NYU. Alex lives in an apartment in Soho Court with his roomate/best friend, Milo, while maintaining his school ca...
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"Hey, Alex!" Alissa, the manager of The Cup, said as we entered the door.
"Hey, Alissa," I replied.
"What can I get for you today?"
"What'd you spill on my shirt?" I leaned over and asked.
"Umm, Chestnut Praline Latte," the teen replied timidly.
"Yeah, can I have one those and Peppermint Mocha Latte, please?"
"Yes it'll be right out, just give me a minute. Okay?"
"Yeah, alright we'll be in the back," I replied as I began walking around the shop to the stairwell.
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"Where are we going?" He asked as he followed behind me.
"So you follow strangers up stairs?" I asked sarcastically.
I could imagine the things that were running through his head.
Is he a murderer? Will I be raped? Why am I following him?
"We're going to get a shirt, unless you'd prefer me not have one on at all," I slyly replied.
"Uh uh, no no that's fine," he stuttered cutely.
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"You can stay here and wait," I said pointing at a few tables positioned around the room.
I walked into a small office shape room which included employee belongings and a couple extra things. I grabbed a black graphic tee shirt and one of Matt's gray hoodies. I walked out to the tables to see him sipping on his coffee.
"Hey, you," I chuckled as I came out of the room.
He looked cute with a white mustache from the cream on the top of his coffee. I saw a small smile appear on his face. I sat down opposite of him, glancing down at his hand, they were shaking.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Um.. good."
"What's your name?" I asked, sipping on my drink.
"Tristan."
"Well, my name is -"
He looked wide eyed at me for about 3 seconds.
"What!?"
"Uh, you have a little something on your face...," he said, chuckling a bit at the end.
"Oh, haha, sorry. Bad first impressions. "
"No, it's cute."
My cheeks flushed red when he said that, then I smiled widely. I licked the cream off the top of my lip and proceeded to continue the conversation.
"By the way, my name is Alessandro but everyone calls me Alex. I go to NYU."
"How old are you?" He asked timidly.
19. How old are you?"
"I just turned 18 at the beginning of the year," he answered, looking down at his coffee, then back up at me over the tops of his glasses.
The phone ringing interrupting the nice silence.
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⤝"Hello?"⤞
⤞"Where the fuck are you?" Milo practically screamed in my ear.⤝
⤞"At Alissa's shoppe, why?⤝
⤞"Rhy's looking for you!"⤝
⤞"Why is he looking for me?"⤝
⤞Uh. Did you just decide not to show up to school today?⤝
⤞"Oh shit."⤝
⤞"Yeah. Are you busy or something?"⤝
⤞"Is that your boyfriend?" I heard Tristan ask out the side of my ear.
"Oh haha, no, he's not my boyfriend."⤝
⤞"Who the fuck is that?"⤝
⤞"Nobody yet. Goodbye. ⤝
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A/N: Rhyland is Alex's brother. They moved back to the States after their father died in 2014. Milo is Alex's roommate. They live in an apartment in Soho Court.
