VIRGIL POV
I sighed. I hated this stupid job. Everyday, I was forced to talk to complete strangers, which was terrible for my anxiety. Some days I went home and cried myself to sleep. Patton said this wasn't healthy. I knew it wasn't, but I needed the money. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a familiar voice.
'Good morning to you Virgil, how is your morning going?'
I resisted the urge to grin. Roman Princeton. World famous actor, and a regular at the cafe.
'Hellooo. Earth to Virgil.'
I blinked as a set of fingers clicked in my face. Stunned, I turned around to see a handsome face beaming at me.
I mean, it wasn't that handsome.
It looked.
Nice.
For a face, at least.
'What will it be today, Sir Sing-A-Lot?' I asked him. I already knew the answer.
A cappuccino.
'A cappuccino, my dear Panic! At the everywhere.' I pulled at face at him
'Sure thing Princey.'
I turned to go make his coffee as Roman went and sat at his regular table.
Humming to myself, I walked over to his table and handed him his drink.
'Thank you, Dr. Gloom.' Roman said.
I was just about to turn around when I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder.
'Excuse me! I ordered my food before him! Why does he get his first!'
I turned around to see an angry girl.
Oh no. I looked at the floor.
Not today, not now.
Not in front of Roman.
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Coffee - Prinxiety AU Fanfic
FanfictionCelebrity! Roman and Waiter! Virgil Inspired a lot a tumblr post that i can't freaken find hhnnnggg Notes/Warnings: Does have swearing and anxiety attacks No smut (I'm an asexual and it's really disgusting for me so sorry.) Whenever it mentions anx...