*AU*
Another post it notes. The smile on your face couldn't get any bigger, your cheeks ached but in a good way, it showed you that you were actually happy and weren't faking anything. The warm feeling in your heart caressed your entire body with its soft feather like sensation.
For the past few weeks, you and your coworkers had been putting post it notes around the coffee shop for each other to find.
You didn't know what they looked like but it didn't really matter. You guys have never talked in person, but that was the reason why it was fun, right? You wish that you would finally get to meet the person behind every sweet motivations notes but you weren't exactly ready, your anxiety and anxiousness wouldn't allow you to be.
It must be tiring for you to work in the morning, I'd be tired if I have to wake up that early, especially before classes but since I'm too old to be school I wouldn't have to worry I guess.
What's your favourite drink right now?
Your friendly coworker, Spidey.
You folded the note and tugged it into your apron, keeping it for later when you weren't busy.
Taking a sip of water, you proceed take out a pen from your pocket and began to write a respond to your lovely friend. The pen ran smooth against the coloured paper.
It'd be more fun in the morning if we're in the same shifts, not trying to be mean but some of these coworkers are dead in the morning, it feels like I'm working with zombies though they're really nice people. I'm guessing you're a fan of Spiderman? You use 'Spidey' a lot. To answer your question, my favourite drink right now is the basic hot cocoa since it's winter.
What's yours?
Your lovely coworker, Fangirl :P.
Since you guys write a lot to each other, your writings are tiny, one letter is like an isolated ant wandering on its own. Nether the less,you guys would always caress each other's notes as if doing that would let them know who the other person is, if it only worked that way Tom would be so happy.
The swirling energy that ran through Tom's body had always been his favourite, he couldn't explain why.
The feeling was nice yet nerve wrecking, it sent shivers running down his spine like flares catching along the line of gasoline, the fire used to be orange or yellow but now it's between red and pink.
He was falling, silently hoping that you'd catch him. Falling in love with someone had always been one thing Tom was looking for, he never feared it. Now that he found you, the adrenaline rush made things even better.
"Your lovely coworker, Fangirl." He muttered underneath his breath, a smile stretching across his flawless face.
The clock ticked down the minutes he had left that day as the blonde hair boy with deep blue eyes stared at the notes in Tom's hands.
"So," Harrison said walking over to his best friend, "when are you guys going to talk in person?" He wiped the spilled drinks on the table with He clothe in his hands.
"I don't know who she is." Tom shook his head, stuffing the note into his apron.
"I do." Harrison said bluntly as if it was nothing at all. He must've been lying.
"No you don't." Tom shook his head once more, trying to stop himself from showing his best friend that he was believing him. It must be a lie.
Instead of opening his mouth, Harrison only nodded his head, a smirk on his beautiful face. If he could help his best friend in any way, this was it.
