Brendon smiled as his favorite costumer, Ryan, walked into the coffee shop, putting his hands in his pockets (as usual).
"A small hot chocolate with extra whipped cream?" Brendon asked, repeating Ryan's usual order.
"No, I want a venti double shot on ice, please."
Brendon's furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You heard me, Urie. A Venti Double Shot On Ice."
Brendon sighed. "Are you alright? That's a crazy amount of caffeine."
"I feel like shit. My boyfriend just broke up with me and I stayed up all night crying about it. Now, give me my coffee before I fall asleep right here." Ryan retorted.
"Damn, fine. It's on it's way."
Ryan nodded and walked off to sit at the seat farthest towards the end of the shop.
A few minutes later, Brendon walked over and handed him his coffee.
"Do you need to talk, love? I don't like seeing you upset." Brendon asked.
Ryan looked up. He wanted to say no, but he really needed the reassurance of one of his best friends.
"Yes, please."
Brendon sighed and sat down. "That boy wasn't shit. Don't waste your time crying about him, k?"
Ryan nodded and took a sip of his coffee. "I guess your right, thanks."
Brendon placed a kid on the older boy's cheek. "You're welcome."
