daddy : luke

kink

i hum along to medicine by harry styles playing over the speakers as i organize the cash inside the cash register. it isn't 'cafe music' but this is grace's playlist, and she has really great music taste.

"what time is it?" grace whines, wiping the counters. i look at the wall clock just above the coffee blenders, but it's no use because it stopped ticking at exactly 4:20.

i take a look at my wristwatch, reading the time out loud, "11:36 pm."

she instantly groans at this then recomposes herself, "okay. 24 minutes left. we got this, rosie." she then does this stretch routine, wherein she'd start with her fingers, arms, then back, then her head.

i smile at her. i've been working here for about 2 weeks now, and it's alternate. i either get the morning, afternoon, or night shift. in this case, i get night. grace has always been my shift partner. we sometimes have michael with us. if it's not michael, we have ashton. those two dudes are pretty cool, too.

work here has been absolutely great. my boss, mrs. baker, has been nothing but kind, jolly and considerate. so have the people i work with. although orders can get hectic, especially during the mornings and weekends, we all help each other out and make sure no one gets stressed.

there was this one moment when ashton and i were the ones making orders. he was spilling his shit everywhere and was so frantic, he started crying because of the pressure he was feeling. we closed for two hours to help ashton calm down.

my thoughts get interrupted by the wind chime, signaling that someone has entered the coffee shop.

i look up from the cash register, and let me tell you, everything seemed to be in slow motion when i looked up to see who walked in.

you know those cliché movie scenes where there's music playing in the background as someone really hot walks in slow motion? well, somehow, it's happening right now in real life.

i guess this is my life now, huh?

"here to take my medicine, take my medicine, rest it on your fingertips." harry sings.

he's wearing his usual skinny jeans paired with a green shirt. he runs a hand through his hair as a girl who's trying so hard to walk in a straight line trudges behind him.

i'm having trouble taking my eyes off of him as he walks towards us, cheeks flushed red from drinking alcohol. it's no help either that he started playing with his lip ring as he walks.

i don't know what the fuck is happening. why is there wind in his hair? why does it seem like this can be a scene from a movie? why is everything so slow?

why is the whole room so hot all of a sudden?

"you get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh..."

"hey there, can i buy some whipped cream?" he says as the girl leeching on his arm giggles.

"yeah, we would like some whipped cream, please!" the girl repeats.

i am still staring, not being able to comprehend what the fuck just happened, which is why i'm not able to answer them right away.

c'mon rosie, talk for fucks sake.

"hello?" luke says, his smile turning into a sly grin.

"and when i sleep i'm gonna dream of how you..."

"wh-what?" i say, finally snapping out my my trance, "sorry, could you repeat that, please?"

this is so fucking embarrassing.