Coffee shop boy |Trohley| (completed)

Chapter 1

He comes in here everyday at the exact same time; 10:45 every morning like some kind of routine. Everyday single day for the past month, and Joe still doesn't know his name. He just calls him "the Coffee shop boy".

He's got brown buzz-cut hair that's gelled at the top and a short, ginger beard. He's pretty buff and covered in beautiful, detailed, tattoos pretty much everywhere except for his face. Not to mention he's got a cute smile, and from what Joe can tell he's very nice to the workers.

Joe has never actually talked to him before. He wants to, don't get him wrong, but he never has the guts to actually do it. Even though he's very outgoing, he still get nervous when he talks to cute guys or girls.

... Ah, the joys of being bi.

"Stop staring at that guy and do your job, Joe" his co-worker and close friend Brendon teases.

"Pfft, what...I wasn't...nah"

Smooth.

"Whatever. ginger beard over there ordered a sandwich and I need you to give it to him" Brendon explains, pushing a plate with a freshly made sandwich on it into Joe's hands.

"Wait what?! N-no I can't do that, that involves being near him!" He stutters out, trying to shove the sandwich back in Brendon's hands.

"Sorry, we're the only people working and I have orders to make, plus it's not like you have to see him tomorrow, you don't work weekends." He explains quickly, turning around.

He starts working on making food and drinks for the waiting customers before Joe can even open his mouth to protest again.

He takes a deep breath in then exhale "I can do this" he whispers to himself.

He hesitantly walks over to coffee shop boy and puts the plate with the sandwhich on it neatly in front of him. He smiles at Joe, showing off a slight gap between his front teeth, only making him cuter.

"Thank you" he says.

Joe turns around quickly so the man doesn't see his shocked expression. His voice was not at all what Joe pictured for someone with an appearance like his. Still, it was the cutest thing non the less. His voice sounded like it was made out of butterflies and pixie sticks.

(I'm eating pixie sticks while I write this)

He walks away from the guys table and back to Brendon who's still making orders.

"Bren, I did it are you proud?" He asks in an overly dramatic voice.

"Yes, I am proud my child!" he exclaims with his hand on his chest, wiping away a fake tear for affect. "You finally talked to the guy instead of creepily staring at him."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Joe replies very unconvincingly, starting to stack some dirty dishes from the customers.

After a few minutes of washing the dishes like Brendon asked him to do, even though he hates doing dishes, Joe hears a soft voice come from the front counter where people order.

It was the tattooed man.

"Here you go" the handsome man mumbles, passing the plate to him.

Their eyes met for a brief second, giving Joe a weird feeling. He doesn't even know how to explain it. It wasn't a bad feeling or anything like that, just...different.

The coffee shop boy makes a peace sign with his fingers and walks out the door, a small ding sounding from the glass door as he leaves. An annoying feature the manger decided they should add to this place to make sure they know when customers come and go.

"I ship it" Brendon whispers in his ear, scaring the crap out of him.

Joe playfully slaps his chest and shakes his head slowly. "Do your job, forehead boy" Joe smirks at him.

Brendon sticks his tongue out in response, being his childish self as always.

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Very Short chapter, just because it's pretty much just explaining the plot.