Phan Oneshots

Porcelain and Window Panes

Prompt: Dan sees a a beautiful man doodling on a foggy window in a cafe and can't get him out of his head. He comes everyday at the same time to see the beautiful stranger.

Word Count: 3671
Warnings: Cussing, light angst
A/N: Thank you to judgementaltrash (on tumblr) for this amazing prompt! It took so long to write this for some reason (I've been writing it since October???) and I'm so happy I could finally get it out! Special thanks to theinsanityplays as well for giving me some feedback for this fic ^-^ I hope everyone likes it!

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To say Dan was having a terrible day was an understatement.

He woke up late, having forgotten to set an alarm for work, so he had to rush through his morning routine. This meant he wasn't able to take an hour long shower like he was used to and he couldn't straighten his hair. Thanks to genetics, his hair dried in curly ringlets that stuck out in every direction.

He also had to skip breakfast, which is bad in itself, but he soon found out that his coffee machine had stopped working as well. Dan with curly hair and no morning caffeine? Not a good idea.

So he went for the best option of going to the nearest coffee shop and ordering a french vanilla latte to go.

The wait was nearly impossible to sit through, especially with Dan's habit of being too impatient for his own good. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically quivering in his shoes at each name that was called. His eyes were frantic while he tried to distract himself from the inevitable doom that was this horrible morning.

His gaze ended up landing on a man. He couldn't have been much older than Dan, a porcelain complexion making his cheeks look especially rosy in the winter cold. He was sat by the window with a half empty coffee in a porcelain mug. From where Dan was standing, he could just make out a small heart drawn in the froth of the drink. But that wasn't what caught his attention, no.

What caught Dan's attention was how the man was doodling in the condensation on the glass window.

It was a strange occurrence. No grown man would usually be drawing in the fogged window. But here he was, a calm expression on his face as he drew a little christmas tree, moving to then doodle presents under it. His fingers were long and pale and touched the glass so delicately, as if he were caressing a lover.

"French vanilla latte for Dan!"

Dan shook his head and turned away from the doodling man, taking his drink from the barista with a light smile. He took a sip of his coffee and it was good. Really good. He'd definitely have to come here more often. But that thought could wait because he was already late for work and that just couldn't slide this time.

With one last glance at the man by the window, Dan left. He couldn't help but to ponder the way the man's expression was so carefree. So oblivious to the world around him.

As Dan walked quickly to his work, coffee in hand and curly hair flying around his head, he couldn't help but wish that he could be that peaceful.

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Dan found himself in the little coffee shop (he now noticed it was named The Caffeinery) only a few days later, his feet seeming to bring him there of his own free will. He wasn't late for work this time, having a day off for once, so he allowed himself to fully appreciate the atmosphere of the little family-run shop.

As soon as he walked in, a gust of hot air and scent of espresso was hitting him in the face, immediately warming his rosy cheeks. He lowered his black scarf a little and rubbed his hands together, attempting to warm himself up as he waited in line. His eyes flitted around the shop, searching, surveying. For what, he wasn't entirely sure, but he couldn't complain when his gaze fell on a semi-familiar head of black hair.