DEH X Reader ONESHOTS

I Like You a Latte (Connor x Reader)

DING!

The little bell attached to the door rang so many times that Saturday morning, it was enough to make you sick. You took a deep breath, plastering on a fake smile for the abundance of cranky and rude customers waiting for their various coffee orders. You didn't hate working there. You just hated all the people that worked there, and all the people you served, and...yeah, you hated working there.

Even so, sometimes the world would surprise you a little bit at work. It would bring in a cute customer, or a big tip, or a light day. Today was one of those days.

DING!

Sighing, you straightened your posture and smiled. "Hi! Welcome to Affogato, what can I-" you looked up at the customer stopping in your tracks. He was a gorgeous boy, with an aura that screamed mystery. Looking a little closer as he approached the counter, you recognized him as a boy from your homeroom.

Shit, did you just think Connor Murphy was cute?!? Well, I mean, he is, but god, chill!

"Connor Murphy?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling a genuine smile as you eyed him up and down. His long, chestnut brown hair was covered by a beanie, and his button nose was pink from the cold. You could tell he wasn't in the mood for society today, but from what you'd heard about Connor, that was a constant thing for him. People talked about what a monster Connor Murphy was every single day at school. Of course they did, and it spread like wildfire because it was high school. You heard the stories, but you never really listened. You wanted to discover this kid on your own terms, unbiased. Connor tapped his chipped black painted nails on the counter with a curt nod.

"[Name]?" He made a noise somewhere in between a chuckle and a scoff. "Didn't expect to see a face like you here." He shrugged, not thinking anything else of it. "Black, two sugars," Connor paused for a moment. "...please." He muttered. Had you been a stranger, he probably wouldn't have had the courtesy, or maybe he was just in a decent mood, but the gesture was an appreciated one no matter the reason.

You picked up a cup, getting to work. He made small talk as you poured.

"Whatcha up to this weekend?" Connor asked nonchalantly with a sigh. "Partying? Maybe running away to join the circus?" He asked sarcastically as you handed him his coffee. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"As if I'm capable of doing extraordinary." You joked. "Nope, just work. Saving up for something cool, like a camera or lava lamp or whatever people spend money on these days." You straightened your apron. "You?" Connor bounced from one foot to another, finally deciding to take a seat on one of the counter stools.

"Oh, you know, the usual. It's a toss up between doing nothing and being called a nuisance or doing something and being called a nuisance anyway" He looked into his abyss of a coffee cup. His lips curved into a sad smile. "Sorry, that was....satire." Connor took out his wallet, fishing out two crisp dollar bills. "Keep the change" He instructed as he stood. Sipping his coffee, he left, and you stood there, lost in thought. No one, in your months of working there, had stopped to have a conversation with the exception of your best friends. You really didn't know what to think. Who would?

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"No, Jared, it was so weird! But like, in a good way..." You trailed off, putting your phone on speaker and placing it on your desk. You were
pacing around your room, talking to your problematic fave- the "insanely cool Jared Kleinman", as he referred to himself.What, [name], it's weird that he came into the coffee shop and ordered a coffee?" Jared pointed out
and you groaned.

"No, it's weird that he was...I dunno! Everything about him just seems....like...I don't even know what to think, dude." You ran a hand through your hair. "It was like, he's bitter, but chill, but kind and empathetic, but also sarcastic, but also genuine as hell?!?!? I'm sooo confused" You buried your face in your hands. Jared laughed.