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For emeshuo
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I walked into the café, grabbing my apron off the hook and throwing my bag on the bench, walking to the back. I did my normal routine, checking we had everything and grabbing some coffee as I always seemed to come around half an hour earlier than everyone else. I was humming. That's completely normal for anyone who's bored with time to spare right? Yet it made me feel incredibly embarrassed when I heard the voice behind me. He snorted, and I jumped. I was supposed to be the only one there?
"Great singing."
I spun around, resulting in my coffee dumping all over the light-haired boy behind me. He jumped back with a loud yelp.
"What the hell?!"
I stared at him. He was the most perfect thing that I had ever seen, well, besides the huge coffee stain on his shirt and the murderous facial expression he was giving me. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and handed them to him, wondering if I should be giving him paper towels even though I was 90% sure he was a thief and/or murderer.
"Who are you?!"
He stood, relaxing a little as he dabbed at his shirt.
"The name's Luhan, I'm starting work here today. What did you think I was? A thief or something? Geez."
I cleared my throat, looking at the floor.
"Uh, sorry about that. I'll wash it at my apartment for you, and bring it back tomorrow."
He looked incredibly peeved, making me feel even more guilty.
"What am I supposed to do in the meantime huh? It's my first day at work, I can't stay in this."
I glared back at him. I don't think I'll be getting along with this overly-angelic-face-yet-satanic-attitude that he seemed to carry around eveywhere.
"I'll find something, they probably have a work shirt somewhere, and the manager always leaves clean clothes in the locker just in case. There should be something."
He snorts.
"Great, thanks." The sarcasm in that sentence was overwhelming. "You have to explain it to the manager though. I'm not taking blame for my lacking wardrobe."
"Calm down. The manager is totally easygoing." I couldn't help mumbling "How else do you think you got a job with that attitude?"
Thankfully I don't think he heard me as he walked with me to the back.
I reached into the manager's locker and quickly found an old polo shirt.
"Just take off your shirt and put on this."
I turned around, gasping as I saw him already shirtless and standing about five centimeters away from me. He smirked, naturally I backed into the lockers, looking up at his stubborn and way-too-mischievous eyes. He leaned in, I swallowed, trying to think of things other than his shirtless body, then eveything turned black and smelled of coffee as he threw his sweater on my head, quickly grabbing the shirt from my hands. He turned away and I pulled off my now-messy hair, feeling a little disappointed nothing had happened. I might have been hoping for a quality drama moment just then.
He pulled the shirt over his head, having a little trouble finding the hole for his left arm. I snorted as he pulled it on and it draped over his body. He mine as well be wearing a pink bedsheet.
