That boy at Starbucks [boyxboy] [GaiusxLon'qu]

Day Three

The tan adult male is not sure he can handle this job anymore. He's quite sure he's having a midlife crisis, regardless of the fact that it's not really midlife yet unless he plans to die in his forties or fifties. He does not plan to die in his forties or fifties.

He woke up this morning, and his mind had instantly been on the ginger boy who started coming into the store recently. So recently that he hopes that it's a fluke and that he won't actually become a regular and stops showing up all together.

Lon'qu is sure that this is not a fluke and that he will continue coming.

It's not that Lon'qu hated the kid, he knew by how embarrassed and flushed he got around him, and the way how it got really warm in his chest, that he actually probably liked him. He hated the fact that he actually probably liked another male.

He could easily blame it on his phobia, say that, "hey, I was scared of woman so much I decided to-"

No, never mind.

It's Saturday now, and so there is no school the teen has to attend. It would be very nice of he didn't show up.

He did.

Lon'qu hadn't noticed at first. Instead of being in his usual spot behind the counter, he was at the tables, wiping them down with a wet rag. His back had been to the door, and when the doorbell chimed, he didn't bother to turn around as he spoke out a simple good morning.

"Good morning cupcake." a voice spoke, it was young and warm, lon'qu tensed.

He stood straight, turning around to face the teen, "My name isn't Cupcake."

He rolled his eyes, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "But it's a pretty sweet nickname eh? " He grinned, placing his chin in his hand as he looked up sweetly at Lon'qu.

He grunted in response, moving on to another table, cleaning that one just as thoroughly as the last.

"So, isn't that other girl suppose to be here? Or did she get fired suddenly. It must suck doing all the work yourself."

Lon'qu sighed, turning around to face the Gaius again. He leaned against a wall as he spoke, "No, she's off on Saturdays. Cordelia usually comes in today instead."

Gaius puffed up, obviously very disappointed in this new, "What? Her? Are you trying to run me out of the shop?"

He smirked, tilting his head to the side, "that would be a nice thought."

Gaius crossed his arms, looking defiantly out the window.

"Are you here to loiter about or can I get you anything? " lon'qu asked, watching the other.

He turned his head, winking, "Yeah, you covered in chocolate syrup."

He tucked his lips into a thin line, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "No." he responded gruffly.

The red head chuckled, waving his hand to dismiss the comment, "I'm kidding, how about another Caramel Latté"

He nodded, going to the desk to ring him up quickly, eyes glancing up at him, "I hope you brought money this time." he said, making reference to yesterday.

He groaned, "man, that was an accident. Really."

He chuckled, telling him the amount and then receiving the money. "It'll be right out."

He went into the back, preparing the beverage. At some point he heard the doorbell chime and a females voice which sounded very authoritative. Cordelia was here.

He went back to the front, Coffee cup in hand.

"Your‎ hair is long again. You should stop by and get another haircut. I'll gladly do it for you." She reached out, twirling his hair with her fingers.

"No "mom" I'm fine" He huffed at her, smacking the hand away.

She continued to fuss over him, commenting on his clothes next. "You're covered in dirt again too! You really need to take better care of yourself." She began.

Gaius groaned, his attention snapping on me and he smiled, obviously thinking he's been saved. "Hey, thanks buddy for the coffee. See you later, bye Cordelia." He waved, snatching the coffee away and storming away.

Lon'qu turned to Cordelia, giving her a questioning look, "his mother?"

She sighed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, "No, I am merely making sure he's presentable to society. We were childhood friends after all, it's alright to fret a little isn't it?"

He grunted in response, going back to wiping the counters once more, his thoughts shifting to the cute ginger who comes into Starbucks. ‎