Brendan Murray: The Collection

I Like You A Latte

A/N:

Hello there!

This one would be short and sweet. I have already written and finish another fic for you guys. I might be posting it tomorrow or the day after that.

A few of my friends had helped me plan this out and I hope that it came out well and how they expected it to be.

Along the way as you read, you might notice that there are numbers. Those numbers signify how many times they have already encountered each other or that it would be their nth time seeing each other on that scenario.

This has been hastily proofread and might have corrections. Please do tell me so I can change it.

-Meg
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"I Like You A Latte"
The Coffee Shop Fic

01

"One toasted white chocolate mocha venti for Allison!" A sweet melodic feminine voice rang out throughout the hushed noise of the coffee shop.

Seeing a bubbly blonde grab the venti cup, the barista gave her a smile and said, "enjoy it love."

"Thanks!" The blonde grinned and left the coffee shop, sipping happily her cold beverage.

"Thanks for covering for me," Jack, a tall dark haired uni student, reached out and gave her shoulder a thankful squeeze.

Giving the male a playful wink, she went back to the front and smiled at the person who was next in line.

"Hello," she greeted with a polite smile, making a quick look at who she is serving.

Working in a coffee shop would always guaranty a few attractive people in front of her but this one though took the cake.

His dark brown hair and blueish green eyes are remarkable but what really caught her attention was how adorable he looks with his cheeks flushed from the cold and how his smile reaches his eyes.

"Hi. I'll have a venti iced caramel macchiato," he spoke up not bothering to look up to the menu and just kept their eye contact.

Smiling pleasantly, she grabbed an empty cup, hand poised to write down his name.

"Can I have a name for that order?" She asked, ignoring the way the butterflies fluttered inside her.

"Can I give you my number instead?"

Blinking, she tried her best not to blush as his words. The smile he sent her way though made her want to melt against the counter and giggle.

"I- what?" Dumbfounded and a bit tongue tied she stared at him with wide eyes, making him smile wider.

Chuckling, he grabbed his wallet from the back pocket of his pants.

"Brendan, you can name it under Brendan."

05

Blueish green eyes sparkling, the female barista silently watched him take a step forward for his turn.

She had served a couple of males who might have tried what he did three days ago but here was something about him that made it very difficult to forget.