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☕️Coffee beans and a musicans dreams🎼

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Chris thought working at a cafe would have some aesthetic charm to it. Perhaps busy collage students typing away on laptops or people who simply just enjoyed sipping warm drinks in a quaint sanctuary. Nope. The shops usual couple of customers was nothing compared to today. Chris was on his own handling a hoard of tired and cranky people shuffling through the morning like zombies . The collective noise of loud conversations was driving him to insanity. He couldn't have a chance to even catch a breath before the next customer began spouting their order. His co-worker was supposed to be there an hour ago ,but blew him off because she was 'sick'. Chris just had to be a gentleman and let her get away with murder. The line seemed infinite and Chris' wrist was beginning to ache ,Chris whimpered silently at the mild pain. His mind was spinning. He looked up at the clock hopefully.

"Only a few more hours and this will all be over" Chris tried to churn out a tinge of hope.

Chris took another peek at the poorly formed line and his stomach churned. God I hate exam week, Chris thought. Out of all the times Betty hasn't come in for work this has to take the "slacker of the year" cake. Was Chris being too hard on Betty? Yes. Is he going to admit that fact? Absolutely not.

"Excuse me? What the hell is taking so long? I'm going to be late!"A voice barked from the back of the line, creating a chain reaction of impatient voices all  booming at Chris.

Chris didn't think people truly deserved death until now. He didn't have any choice than to rush himself. His work became sloppy as he scribbled names and elbowed empty cups off the counter. He didn't have time to focus. He looked back to the task on hand and continued working despite his wrists protests and made drinks like his life depended on it. Which judging from the customers expressions, it most likely did. Chris whizzed around from station to station mixing, stirring , brewing and boiling. But even Chris' determination couldn't defy the laws of time .The line was still shuffling along slowly. Chris was making an iced coffee feeling miserable. Until he heard an unfamiliar voice waving bye to a consumer.

"Enjoy your drink" the voice chimed.

I turned my gaze to the voice. It was a teen with flamboyant green hair and the most beautiful eyes Chris has ever met. An artistic mix of ice blue and a cool grey. Chris's eyes trailed down to the familiar black apron tied around his waist. Does he work here or has this line finally driven me to madness and I'm imagining things, Chris wondered. Chris turned back to his drink before popping on the lid and sliding it down the counter towards the green haired teen. He caught the drink with ease.

"Thanks Chris" he said casually and gave it to the buyer, not sparing a glance at Chris.

He knows my name ? HE KNOWS MY NAME?! Did I meet him before? Do I know him? Oh god I can't remember.

Chris tilted his head at the handsome stranger.

"H-how do you know my name?" Chris said trying desperately to mask the panic in his voice.

The teen simply gave a little chuckle before looking and being surprised at Chris' genuine confusion.

"Your name tag?" he smiled and quirked an eyebrow at the bottle blonde, handing him another order written on a sticky note.

Chris took the paper feeling slightly embarrassed. He probably thinks I'm an idiot.He was about to turn to fulfil the order when the stranger offered him his hand.