Phan One Shots

Cheeky ;)

Dans POV

I walk into the familiar aroma of the coffee shop and up to the counter, where Phil the same barista on everyday, stands tall with a smile on his adorable face.

"Hi, Dan," he says in his usual chipper tone. "The usual?"

I nod, "Yeah. Thanks, Phil."

His smile widens as he writes on the cup and for some reason it takes a while for him to simply write 'Dan' - a three lettered word. He glances up a couple of times with a gleam in his eye and an ever growing smirk on his lips, which I'm not too sure what that is about.

"It'll be at the end for you, Dan," Phil smiles, whilst placing the empty cup on the side by the machine. "Enjoy."

"Thanks," I give a small nod before walking to the end of the counter.

I finally grab my cup of a caramel macchiato and sit down, placing my college books across the table. I come in here to revise everyday, but I never get anything done; mainly due to the fact that I can't be bothered, but also because I can't keep my eyes off of the cute barista with blue eyes behind the counter.

I sigh, whilst spinning my hot coffee cup in my palms to warm them from the chilly weather outside. It's not actually that cold, as it's only September, but the weather today has dropped considerably.

As the cup does a full rotation in my hands, I notice writing surrounding the cup:
'Aside from being sexy. What do you do for a living?'

My eyes widen as I read the cheesy pick up line and a smile etches onto my lips, as I look over at Phil to see him serving another customer. I know it's him who wrote it. Why else was he writing for so long?

I shake my head slightly, as I return my gaze to the cup in front of me and a slight blush rises to my cheeks. Does he write these to all customers or just me? He wouldn't just write these to me; I'm not good enough, let alone sexy enough.

The whole time I'm in the shop, my mind drifts to the adorable barista, who thinks I'm sexy. Sexy - me, sexy! I think he's good looking too to be honest. The way his dark, black hair falls across his forehead naturally and skims the bright blue of his eyes. I've never seen eyes so deep and blue before, but I am extremely envious, as mine are just a dull brown which would catch no ones eye.

His definitely caught mine though.

I sigh in frustration, slamming the book, which I should be revising from onto the table, as nothing is going in. I hate university with a passion. All of this revision is driving me insane; none of it goes in anyway, so I'm going to fail no matter what, which means all of this is for nothing.

I stand abruptly from the table causing the chair to scrape loudly across the ground before I walk over to the counter. My eyes land upon Phil, who is stood wiping down the counter, and I wrack my brain for a line to say in reply to the one on my cup: 'Only sexy can see sexy', 'I'm in university. What about you?'

Nope they're terrible, but it's too late, as I'm stood up at the counter watching Phil clean the machinery. My foot begins to tap nervously on the ground, as he finishes wiping. What do I say? What do I say?

He turns to face me and smiles widely, "Hey, Dan. Is everything alright?"

I nod slightly and croak out, "So do you write these to everyone?" I hold up my cup with his neat handwriting down the side.

"Oh," he chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. "No, I don't."

A small smile dances across my lips, "I go to university. You?"