Caught Staring (Godot X Reader) (Oneshot)

Caught Staring

"Welcome, honey. Make yourself at home."

You gave a light-hearted grin to the courteous woman behind the register, before easing your body onto a barstool just before the counter. The sweet, bitter aroma of coffee flurried in the air and burned through your nostrils. You looked at the menu, but it was no good anyway; you already knew what you intended to order. Before you could begin your request, however, the voice of another customer kept any word from leaving your lips.

"I'll take the blackest, hottest and most bitter blend you have to offer."

You turned to face the man, intrigued by his deep voice. When you did, you caught yourself staring-- at his mask.

The mysterious gentleman made his way to the counter, albeit with a lopsided grin. He sat down slowly, and the woman working the register eyed him. "So, the usual, then?" No response. Then, "And it's nice to see you again, Mr. Godot."

As the woman went to work, you couldn't help but grow suspicious of the masked man. No matter how rude, you kept staring at his... visor, you suppose. Without moving his head an inch, the man spoke out to you.

"Staring's rude, miss. If you're so bewildered, could it hurt to ask?" That smug expression only grew on his face. You weren't entirely certain how to react; trying to muster something to say hastily, you tripped up on your own words.

"W-w-who, m-me?"

"Catch you by surprise, did I?" The barista places his coffee directly in his hands, in which he then poured into a porcelain mug. Wait a moment... had he been carrying that with him?

He drank from the steaming beverage, releasing a satisfied, hushed sigh as he placed the mug onto the countertop. Then, he spoke again. "Fine, fine. I'll ask first. What's your name?" You wished he'd stop suddenly calling out, or at the very least glance in your direction. Though, you also considered having him look at you head-on with that visor of his. Which would be more unsettling?

"Ah... I-I'm [y/n].." You said sheepishly, peering at the countertop to avoid looking in his direction. Despite you being so uncomfortable, however, you had to ask. "Wh-what about you?"

"Ha...! You didn't hear the barista? My name is Godot."

Actually, you did remember. But she called him Mr. Godot... Does he not have a last name?

"How can I help you?"

You glanced directly up from the countertop. The barista stood there, a smile on her face. You could hardly recall the name of what you wanted at this point. You glanced to Godot and then back to the woman. Then, "Whatever he ordered is fine."

The barista's expression went from content to surprise. She gently whispered an okay and began preparing your drink. Looking to Godot, he seemed mildly surprised, too. But his face of questioning melted into another smile. "You need to start listening more, [y/n]. I doubt you even realize what you've asked for."

When the coffee was placed before you, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It was black. No milk. Probably no sugar, either. But... You were the one who ordered it. Skeptically raising it to your mouth, the fluid you tasted was foul. You swallowed it reluctantly, before setting the mug back down and gagging.

"Just as I thought; you're one who'd rather destroy the flavor than taste it." The masked man sipped from his mug again. "Adding milk and sugar to the perfectly brewed blackness... it's a shame to see it so commonly practiced."

He spoke as if dairy in coffee was the start of a sickness, yet you had just determined that the poison he drinks does worse. With the bitter taste still on your tongue, you practically cried for the barista. She only laughed before offering you another drink. "It's not the most regulated occurrence, but one or two other people like you have tried black coffee without knowing what to expect. Maybe you should stick to your usual?"

"She would have," called Godot, "If she hadn't been caught staring."