Dan x Jordan Oneshots/Shitposts

Coffee Shop

Dan let out a yawn as he leaned on the the counter. Another long, boring day at work. Hopefully he wouldn't run into too many shit heads.

Dan worked at starbucks as a cashier. He hated it, but the free coffee sort of made up for it. Sort of.
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Jordan ran down the street, shoving papers into his messenger bag as he went.

Jordan had had a rough morning. Which usually wouldn't be a problem. But he had been up all night working, which gave him no time to sleep. Well, not much anyways.

So, due to his own stupidity, he had to run by starbucks before work, and pray to anything and everything that he wasn't late for work
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 Dan looked up as he heard the door slam open. A boy about his age, with dark, messy hair, and a lip piercing, stood there, panting. Hurridly, he walked up to Dan and smiled.

Dan felt himself in a trance. He didn't snap out of it until the handsome stranger waved a hand in his face.

"Oh!" Dan said. "I'm sorry. Have you decided what you want?"

The boy before him smiles and said, "yeah, I just ordered."

Dan felt his face heat up out of imbassiment. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," he said, smiling apologetically.

"It's fine," he said, and placed his order again.
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Jordan's morning was drastically improving. He was not regretting going out for coffee one bit, especially not after seeing the cute cashier, who, according to his name tag, was named Dan.

Dan was in the back, fixing Jordan's coffee. Jordan, taking the opportunity, scribbled his number on a piece of paper.

Dan came back out, holding Jordans coffee and humming softly. "Here you go," he said, handing over the cup.

Jordan nodded, and handed Dan a folded up five.
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Dan watched as Jordan left, still holding the money. He looked down at it and saw a white piece of paper slightly sticking out.

 Dan pulled it out and unfolded it, and saw a phone number and a heart on it. He smild to himself as he shoved it in his pocket.

Yay! A super cliché coffee shop au!