coffee shop ; yoonkook

two

   Three long days later he and Seokjin came back, and the room seemed a bit brighter.

"Hey! Welcome back," I said a bit more enthusiastically than the situation probably called for. "Yoongi, Seokjin," I greeted them. We exchanged some meaningless chatter, but their voices were nice to hear anyway. There weren't many people who came through that weren't in a hurry or elderly.
As they settled into the booth I asked for their orders. Seokjin spoke up first.
"I think I'll try the mocha frappe this time." I nodded at him.
"An Americano, please."
"A creature of habit I see." He gave me a small nod in response and I took my leave.

I set their drinks on the table.
"Anything else?" They both responded with 'no thank you's' and head shakes.
"Okay, if you guys need anything, just let me know," I caught Yoongi's gaze when I said this and winked. He choked a bit on his drink while I walked away giggling. Usually I wouldn't flirt with customers, but usually, they didn't look like him.

"I'd like to pay."
I looked up from my phone and saw Yoongi standing in front of me.
"Don't bother, it's on me," I said before I even thought about it. He looked surprised.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. But take this," I told him as I wrote my number across his receipt. He stowed it in his pocket as he joined his friend at the door.

   "Bye."

The midday rush came and went and then my shift was over. It seemed to slip away so quickly that when I saw it was four already I was a bit startled. I called my roommate as I walked home.

"Hello?" a voice thick with sleep answered.

"Hey, Tae I'm on my way home, do you want me to pick up some pizza or did you already eat?"

"Even if I had already eaten, I still would want pizza, crazy boy."

"Pizza it is."