Sanders Sides One Shots

Almond Milk (Prinxiety)

I honestly just combined a lot of the coffee shop prompts into one super cliché one shot

Human AU

*Virgil's POV*

This one guy's been coming in every day for the past two weeks, ordering the most insanely complicated drink I could ever imagine. His name's Roman. He always complains he's lactose intolerant, and always wants almond milk. We don't have almond milk, only this pasty lactose free milk. The worst part is, he's... not ugly. In fact, his looks are the only thing keeping me from hating his guts. He seems like a genuinely nice guy, though.

For some reason, I'm still desperately hoping he doesn't come in today, even though I know that's not going to happen. It's half past eight in the morning. I'm still dead inside, as usual, and not prepared to deal with him. Then again, I have a few of my own tricks up my sleeve.

I've misspelled his name as "Ramen" every time he's come in. Seeing him upset is strangely amusing, but he's honestly adorable when his cheeks flush the slightest shade of pink in the morning.

The sound of the door opening makes my head perk up. Sunglasses and all, Roman practically strutted into the room. He took off his sunglasses and smirked at me.

"Hey, Sunshine. You memorized my order yet?" Roman raised an eyebrow at me as he leaned on the counter.

"Nope. Mind telling me again, Princey?" Not an ounce of genuine interest was to be heard in my voice. Roman didn't really seem to care. This routine was second nature.

"A grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup." Roman said his order with almost a rhythm. I sigh and copy his order onto a cup and proceed to make his drink.

He's usually one of the first people in the store, so I'm usually the only one behind the counter, and there's nobody else to make the drink.

"Oh, hey. Do you happen to have almond milk this time?" He called from his table, taking out an earbud.

"Nope. Only lactose free milk." I shook my head and went back to the drink. It takes a long time to make. I heard him mutter a few colorful phrases before returning to his laptop.

I smirked and wrote 'Ramen' in curly letters. For a split second, I glanced up to find Roman leaning on his arm, gazing at me, maybe chewing on the end of his sunglasses out of habit. He quickly looked away and set his sunglasses on the table, looking embarrassed.

An idea popped into my head and I have to suppress a giggle. I write 'Charmanders are red, mudkips are blue. If you were a Pokémon, I'd choose you.'

"Ramen with a... grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup." I slid the cup half heartedly to the counter with an eye roll you'd have to be blind not to see. Roman snorts in annoyance before getting up to retrieve his drink.

"Thanks, Emo Nightmare." He called as he strutted out of the store. "Still no almond milk..." He muttered underneath his breath.

"Anytime, Prince Underarm Stink." I called back.

>>Timeskip>>

*Roman's POV*

He'd called me Prince Underarm Stink yesterday. That was the only thing I could think of when I walked in again the next day.

"Fancy seeing you here again, Roman." Virgil sneered.

"You too, JD-lightful." I ran a hand through my hair out of habit. "A grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup."

"I'm never going to be able to remember that ridiculous order." Virgil muttered so quietly I barely heard him.

"It's R-O-M-A-N, by the way." I said before sitting down to wait.

"Sure it is." He smirked and went to make my drink.

"A grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup for Beef." The cup nearly fell off of the counter. I almost had to lunge to catch it.

I bit back a response as I see that he actually wrote 'Beef' for my name. The note this time was 'When I'm around you, I can't think straight'. My cheeks flushed before I could stop it. I took a sip as I went to go get my stuff, and the taste stopped me on a dime. It tasted different. Less pasty.

I turned slowly on my heel with my eyebrow raised. Virgil was leaned against the counter with the most devious expression on his face.

"Almond milk?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, you always ask for it," He almost whispered back. "So I got you some." He'd spent his own money getting almond milk.

"Oh, um... thanks." I awkwardly nodded before leaving.

"Anytime, Prettyboy." I could hear the smirk in his voice as I left.

>>The Next Day - Timeskip>>

"Hey, Princess." I greeted Virgil hoarsely the next day. I'd lost my voice the night before at a singing event.

"Wild night yesterday?" He quirked an eyebrow, but I almost heard the jealousy in his voice.

"No. Singing event." I coughed. He winced, but the intensity in his eyes disappeared. I slid him a piece of paper with my order on it.

"A grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup..." Virgil paused. "Your handwriting is barely legible." I grinned and shrugged.

"Well, that'll be one grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup for a particular pretty boy in my coffee store." He stares into my eyes, not even looking at the paper. My mouth opened slightly in amazement.

Virgil smirked. "I think you dropped something. Your jaw." I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh. "Rest your voice. Warm honey voice usually helps sore vocal chords in my experiences." He called over his shoulder as he made my drink.

He must sing, them. I didn't expect that from him. In fact, it was one of the last things I ever expected to hear from him. Directly or indirectly.

"A grande cinnamon no-soy half-caff half-sweet extra-shot extra-hot three pump vanilla upside down caramel macchiato double sleeve in a venti cup for Roman." Virgil's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I smiled and got up.

But instead of a pick up line written next to my name, it was his number.