Sanders Sides One Shots

Wrong Name Right Number

"He must do this to torture me," Virgil thought as Roman once order the most ridiculously complicated drink he could, and the worse part he made it even more complicated every single day. Honestly, Virgil would punch the guy if he didn't need this job, so instead, he got back at Roman by misspelling his name every time, the more complicated the drink the more misspelled the name would be.

Today was the worse one yet, it was so impossibly hard that just the sheer act of mention what he ordered would cause 3 baristas to break down crying so to prevent that from happening the name will not be stated here.

As Virgil was making the horrendous drink his anger towards Roman grew until he knew exactly what name he would put on the cup. As he wrote down the name he knew he was taking a risk, but if S̶a̶t̶a̶n̶  Roman decided to report him to the manager it wouldn't be that big of a deal because this would be the first offence on his record and he was pretty sure that his manager would find this too funny to punish cause this name was that guy's type of humor.

When Virgil called Roman's name he couldn't help but smile in glee at what he had done, a quiet rebellion against a douche order, and of course, he knew it was small and insignificant in the grand scheme, but nevertheless, it brought him joy and when you work in food services you take what little joy you can get.

He handed the cup over to Roman and stared at him directly in the eye, wanting to watch the light fade from his eyes as he realizes what Virgil had done. Roman opens his mouth to say something, but he is shoved a side by an old lady who demands to know why her coffee that she had ordered a whole minute ago was taking so long.

The next day Roman didn't come in at his normal time and Virgil thought he had finally broken him, but when the slowest part of Virgil's shift rolled around Roman strolled in like he owned the entire place, which only made Virgil want to punch him in his stupidly perfect face even more.

"Why hello! It certainly is less crowded now," Roman said cheerily as he leaned against the counter.

"Welcome to Smol Beans, what can I get you?" Virgil recited in the same monotone voice as someone who would rather be getting stabbed multiple times in the face than talk to you.

Roman answered, "Yes, yes, I know the drill. I'll have one large black coffee no cream, no sugar"

That got Virgil's attention. "What?" he asked, floored at the complete 180 in Roman's coffee choice.

"One large black coffee, no cream, no sugar," Roman a little before continuing, "And by the way, my name is Roman, not Raman, not Romen, not Princey, not Gronam, not  Laman, and certainly it's not Greece"

Virgil felt his face flush as he muttered, "Ok, just give me a second and I'll get you your drink" This time he writes the correct name and a little something extra on Roman's cup. As he handed Roman the cup it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and he hoped that he hadn't just made a grievous mistake.

The moment the cup left his hand he ran to take his break, the fear of making a fool of himself propelling him into the break room to hide from Roman. When his break was over he saw that Roman was gone and he breathed a sigh of relief, part of him didn't want Roman to take the hint, but another stronger and larger part of him prayed that Roman would.

A few minutes after he left work he got a text from an unknown number. "Hey, it's Roman," 

Virgil's head was spinning and his heart was racing, "He actually texted me!" he thought, a blushing forming on his face as he saved the number in his phone. 

"Hey, Roman, anything you need?" he replied, trying to sound like he wasn't freaking out on the inside.

"Nah, just wanted to ask if you wanted to meet up sometime this week" was the almost immediate response, as if Roman had been waiting.

Virgil couldn't suppress the grin on his face as he answered, "Sure, I'm free Tuesday at noon"

"Perfect, where do you want me to pick you up" was the response.

"The coffee shop if thats cool with you" Virgil replied, not wanting to give Roman his address yet.

Roman texted back"Yeah, is fine"

"Great, but we're not going on a coffee date" Virgil texted back, cringing at the thought of a coffee date after the amount of them he's seen go wrong.

Roman replied, "Of course see you Tuesday"

Virgil couldn't help but pump his fist in the air and laugh. He was so amazed and happy that this had worked, he never thought it would, if he was being honest with himself he thought it would go horribly wrong and he would have to leave the country to avoid ever running into Roman again.

When Tuesday rolled around Virgil was panicking. This would be his first time meeting with Roman outside of work, and he didn't want to mess it up. "Maybe I should just ditch," he thought, but he only entertained the idea for a few moments before he realized it would never work. He would still see Roman every day and have to deal with the embarrassment of standing him up if he did skip the date, so instead, he forced himself to walk to the coffee shop.

The date itself wasn't remarkable in anyway. They just went to a local park and talked, but it was the starting point for a few other dates, which would lead to a conversation on what they were (spoiler alert it was boyfriends) that conversation would lead to a few months of dating which they would take a month break from because of stupid fight that neither of them remembers what it was about. After the break, they still argue, it's not a perfect fairytale relationship, but they still get their happily ever after.