Fluffed Up Phanfic

The Coffee Shop Fic

Coffee Shop AU

Phil slouched over the counter, entirely bored. Sometimes Starbucks would have the slowest shifts with literally no customers! Then, on top of that, his coworker would be super boring! Like today there was this college student who kept hissing st him to shut up so he can finish some homework on biochemistry. Can't he do that not at work? Phil is bored and he needs someone to talk to right noooooooooooooow! 

Oh! There's someone he can speak to right now! A tall male about his age with hobbit hair and a white shirt striped horizontally with black entered the small Starbucks location. He had brown eyes to match his hair and he wore black ripped jeans. #FreeTheKnee Phil felt his heart Doki Doki-Ing its way to the Litersture club as the boy walked up to the counter, looking st the menu above. He was probably deciding what kind of tea he wanted. He didn't know why, but this man looked like a tea guy. Tea or very dark, bitter coffee. Must be his black and white asthetic that, Phil can't lie, looks amazing on the slightly tanner Brit.

"Welcome to Starbucks! I'm Phil and it's a pleasure to meet and serve you!"

Phil wasn't supposed to say his name and that. He's just supposed to say welcome to Starbucks. But he's so bored and needs someone to talk to and this handsome stranger was so adorable he was going to die of he didn't know his name right now Ora so help me this whole Starbucks will be filled with unicorns and rainbows after he explodes because that is what he was filled with. That was a long hyperbole what. The brunette man looked in his blue eyes, then he smiled at Phil. Wow, that smile. It can cure all the cancer in the world.

"Hey Phil, I'm Dan. Daniel Howell."

The boy shook his hand over the counter. Phil felt static. He was sure the other guy, Daniel, felt it too. Both of them had a surprised look on their face after touching hands. Maybe he was just a bit on static electricity or something? Who knows? Either way, Phil opened the ordering register while his little "friend" back there prepares for his science college course in the next two hours. ,us too have an exam to be that prickly... focus back on cute boy! Wow Phil was super gay...

"Alright Danny! What would you like today?"

Perspective change! Dan looked st the mesmerizing lad. Pale skin and lips that he watched when the moved. They were almost in a peromenant smile. His black hair was whiffed and he couldn't even get started on those beautiful blue eyes he owned. Like two refined blue topaz Stones or concentration or pure colbalt. Daniel Howell was having some severe bisexual distress. Like Angelica, when he said hi earlier he forgot his damn name. He set his heart aflame, every part aflame, this is not a game. HE also forgot what he was going to order.

"Oh, well, maybe you can go ahead and order something you think I might like. Or something you'd like. I'd love to get to know you~"

What. Was. He. DOING!? Did he really go for that awful flirt!? Oh my god now he feels like he's in undertale and he hit the flirt button and the character is going's to react very sourly and he will lose the spare option and get himself killed by Undyne. Enough fandom references. We don't need them to tell you that Dan was having a freakin game anxiety attack on the j side all whole looking suave and sexy on the outside. He waited for a reaction... then he got a bright smile directed at him. This boy really was a ray of sunshine, wasn't he? He's too freaking cute! ...he needs to be protected.

"Aww! You're so sweet! I think you'd like a Strawberry Referesher, Trinta sized. And if you want to get to know me I'll give you a sticky note with my numbers on it with your drink!"

Yep, there goes cupid's Arrow. He's hooked. He got his number and he got an image to put in his head for a smile that needs to be protected. Wow, his face must be super red. How is this guy not blushing like a maniac? Because he sure is! Phil... he would remember that name. Always and forever. Especially once he gets that number. He sent him a wink and a finger gun before walking down the counter to the place where they give off drinks. Even though there was someone behind the counter with him, Phil seemed to be the only one working. Hard worker, optimistic, innocent and pure.... this guy was too damn cute.

Then the drink was slid over the top. Sure enough, there was a sticky note on it. The number was printed on it with the name Phil Lester written in cursive on it. Wow, his handwriting was pretty. He looked up at Phil one more time to see him walking towards the register to take care sure of another customer. He glanced over at him with those pretty eyes of his and smiled, almost smirked. Another arrow straight through the heart.

Where was his phone? This number was going into his contacts right nOW.

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