M I L E X {oneshot compilation}

Lattes and Cappuccinos

Ok friends I'm back. Uni is hard so please forgive my absence. I've decided to turn this book into a compilation of one-shots so you can expect me to update here (hopefully)!

This is something I spent this evening writing even though I have many looming deadlines and very important things I should be doing so I don't fail my subjects. For some unknown reason though tonight I really wanted to publish something and so that is what I am doing, and let's all ignore the assignment I have due on Monday that I haven't started :)))

For real though (if there is anyone actually reading this lol) I've missed being here and I've missed writing for fun. I'm not really sure what this is (it was supposed to be a drabble, what is wrong with me), it's probably rushed and not that great but it's just a little thing I came up with and I'm too tired right now to decide if it's actually good. I haven't written their accents but I'm sure you've heard their voices before. I hope you enjoy it!!!!! I had fun writing it ❣️

GG xxx

The Foxglove Cafe had never before seen such a spike in the number of complaints of mixed up orders.

Firing the new waiter - justifiable?

Miles thought so. Sure, it wasn't Alex's fault, exactly, that he just happened to be so infuriatingly cute that Miles couldn't keep his eyes where they should have been. He's new, Miles told himself as he once again (it must have been the third or fourth time that morning!) found himself having to regretfully wrench his eyes away from the sight of the fluffy-haired young man, I'm just keeping an eye on him. His internal monologue snorted at that, and Miles couldn't help but agree. Alex had been working here four days a week for almost two months now, he was hardly 'new', and he knew his way around the small cafe well enough not to require supervision. But what else was Miles to do? He just couldn't seem to kick the bad habit he'd found himself trapped in since Alex had started work, and according to his ever-worried mum, there had been rumours floating around the small coastal town in which they lived that there was something 'up' with the normally stellar service at the Cafe, one of the better (and only) ones in the village. As the owner and main barista, he couldn't exactly fire himself - so what choice did that leave him?

He knew, of course, that he could do nothing of the sort. Alex was one of his best employees; always earnest and ready to work hard, very friendly with customers if sometimes a little quiet, and truthfully, Miles had very quickly grown accustomed to being able to look across from the espresso machine where he spent the majority of his working day and see the small man fussing with change or chatting amiably with a customer, or when he was very lucky, meeting Miles' wandering gaze with a bashful smile. And yet, something definitely had to be done.

"Miles, watch out!" Miles had been dreamily wrapped up in an extensive observation of Alex's side profile as he dealt with a customer when, almost in slow motion, he watched the boy's eyes widen suddenly, and connected the panicked words he'd vaguely registered with Alex's open mouth. Gentle, cool fingers wrapped around his wrist, effectively pulling Miles out of his daydream and guiding his hand away from where he'd been just about to stick it in the pot of boiling milk he'd been absentmindedly preparing.

"O-oh!" He jerked away from the machine and froze for a split second, as Alex's eyes searched his face. He willed himself not to blush under their thoughtful gaze - he really did have mesmerising eyes... "Oh, thanks, Al. Must have been off in me own world again."

He smiled gently. "No problem." The hand that had lingered on Miles' skinny wrist slipped slowly away, and rested at his side once more. "You go there quite a bit, don't you?"