Tea Leaves {Septiplier}

Black Coffee

Jack slinks into the university cafe, yawning with every step. A beanie is pulled over his messy hair, a hoodie hiding his crumbled shirt. The cafe is empty, as it is early afternoon. Many other students are in class, and those who are not must have gotten their fix earlier.

"Good afternoon!" the barista greets, smiling from behind the counter. "What can I make for you today?"

"Just a medium black coffee, please," Jack replies, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his jeans.

He pays the woman, moving to stand by the pickup counter. She is the only one working, as it is the slow hour, so she personally brews his coffee. The fresh, delicious scent fills the cafe anew, putting newfound energy into Jack with each inhale.

"Here you are, sir," the barista smiles as she hands him the cup.

"Thanks," Jack smiles back, trying his best despite his grogginess.

Jack takes his cup, sipping the hot coffee. He smiles, sighing contently. Checking the time, he still has nearly an hour before class. Sitting down at a table, he pulls out his phone, scrolling through Twitter.

He's getting bored with twitter when the door to the cafe opens. Jack glances up, through his green bangs, to find another student coming in. Jack raises his eyebrows, sipping his coffee.

The student is incredibly attractive, with olive skin and square glasses. His hair is silk black with the top dyed red: a bold move Jack appreciates, especially with his own dyed hair. Light stubble stretches across his strong jaw, framing his blush pink lips.

Jack's considering talking to him, maybe asking him if he would like to sit together. Nervous but determined, the green haired man plans what he is going to say as the  new arrival approaches the counter.

"Hello!" the barista greets. "What can I make for you today?"

"Could I please get a small green tea with mint and a splash of milk?" the raven asks sweetly. His voice is a deep baritone, absolutely alluring. Jack can almost ignore his words just to hear the tone. Almost.

Jack frowns, wrinkling his nose. He knew there had to be something wrong with the man. Tea is pompous leaf water. It's taste is almost as bad as the people who drink it: health nuts while reading their horoscopes, soccer moms on a cleanse, and the people who equate GMOs with Satan. Honestly, not the type of people Jack would like to associate with.

The man takes his tea when it is ready, taking a long drink before smiling. Jack scoffs, far louder than he intended. A pair of chestnut eyes land on him, a bit of confusion on his face. Jack flushes crimson, hiding behind his jacket sleeve and sipping his coffee.

The man gives a bit of a frown, finding a seat away from Jack in the shop. He sits, pulling out his phone and reading quietly. Jack glances up from his phone, heart fluttering just a bit. But, with that first impression, his dream is the steam fluttering from his coffee, already lost to the wind.