changes • cake

1.3

"You do realize you're going to have to eat sooner or later, right?" Michael's voice was low, quiet and soft. His tone almost pissed the blond off considering he made it sound like such an obvious fact. Of course he knew he was going to have to consume some calories for his body to regulate at a normal function, but that doesn't mean he had to give in to the growing lion deep in his stomach that had begun to eat away at his energy so easily.

He didn't give him much of a reply. In fact, the only one he did was him staring down at the rabbit food on the porcelain plate like it was made of pure poison. To Luke, it wasn't far from he truth.

"Black coffee and a Coke?" Both of the males eyes flickered up to their waiter, a tall man with dark brown hair and a bruise on his jaw. Like was aching to drink the bitter appetite suppressant, happily wrapping his cold hands around the warm mug once he set it down and brought it close to him.

When the waiter didn't walk away immediately after they thanked him, Luke's eyes moved back up to his golden ones once again. "Um—I like your shirt." The blond glanced down at his Sublime shirt that was incredibly worn and old and he cracked a grin.

"Thanks." Michael was eyeing the situation between the two, raising an eyebrow at the brunette and sipping his soda. It was incredibly obvious to him that the waiter was infatuated with the male sitting across from him, lankiness and all. He could understand why, though. From the way his eyes could be as light and sparkly as crystals or as deep blue as the ocean to the way his light scruff was accordant to his sharp jawline, only bringing out his brilliant features, Luke was the definition of beauty.

The waiter shifted his weight from one foot to another, a nervousness that Luke found quite endearing radiating from his features. "Well is that all I can get from— for you gentlemen?" Michael smirked in amusement at the stuttering, sipping more of his drink. "Yep. Thanks, mate."

Luke smiled kindly at him and shook his head. "Nope,  actually I need something else." Michael was almost as surprised as Luke at the sudden burst of confidence, rarely being the one to find himself initiating conversation with anyone he found even remotely attractive.

He turned to face the blond one more, making the current blue haired man lean back in his seat to enjoy the show. "Oh? What would that be, sir?" He asked politely, the nervous smile still on his lips.

The smaller boy leaned forward, letting his chin rest on the palm of his hand that was half covered up by the thick zip up jacket he was wearing over his skinny frame. "Your name, sir."

Michael had to bite down on his lip to stop from laughing at the waiters surprise, the blush creeping up his neck making it known how flustered he got from Luke's words. After gathering himself a bit more he smiled, scribbled something down on the small notepad he had in his hand and placed it on the table right by the blond. "I'll get your check, pretty." He winked and stood back up straight, walking away confidently which was a huge difference from his shyness that was abundant on him just a moment ago.