You had me hello (Tronnor)

You had me at hello (Tronnor)

So recentlry i have got in to Tronnor. And i found this on Ao3.  So wit futher or do. You had me at hello.

“Oh my, God.” Tyler stared at him with a knowing smirk on his face. “You’re texting him now, aren’t you?”

Troye sighed. He stared at him, his face unrelenting. It took all he had not to smile, and even more not to look back to his phone. He hated it when Tyler was right. He hated it when he told Tyler something, only to have it come back and bite him in the ass – why did he tell him things again? It was pitiful, really; Troye was always the victim to Tyler’s incessant teasing.

“No, I’m not. And if I were, I definitely wouldn’t tell you.” It was a blatant lie, which would probably only lead to even more teasing, but. Whatever. He can at least try.

"Oh, come on, Troye! You have been glued to your phone ever since you got his number. And there’s been a constant smile on your face. Don’t think I don’t see these things! You can’t hide it forever. You like him!”

He hated how Tyler was like an annoying child sometimes. He really needed new friends. The sad thing is, Tyler is right. Troye hasn’t been able to get the smile off his face, but it’s totally not because a very, very, very cute boy happened to want to get to know him, who, did he mention, was cute? Totally not because of that. It’s because he’s got enough stamps to get a free coffee soon, which. He likes coffee. And God, he’s been going to the café for a while now. So if he goes again, it’s because he wants his free coffee. It’s not because there’s a new cute barista.

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Troye was having the worst day when he finally got to the coffee shop he always visited. So often, actually, that he knew most of the baristas by name. Knew where they were going to college and what their majors are. Only, today his day had been so shit that he was at the coffee shop several hours later than usual, and there was a completely unfamiliar barista behind the desk.

"Where's Ricky?" Troye demanded the second he got close enough to the new barista. Who, by the way, was quite cute. Not that that was relevant. Not at all. It couldn't have been a worse day for him to meet a cute barista, really. A cute barista who had probably just started here and barely knew how to make a fucking latte.

"Ricky's out. With his boyfriend. Or fiancé, whatever. They got engaged yesterday." The barista smiled, but Troye just stared at him, the words barely registering before he already forgot what the boy had even said. It really was a horrible day.

"So, what can I do for you?" the brunette asked, smirking a little, and maybe it was all in Troye's head, but that sounded way too sexual for normal coffee shop talk. It was definitely all in his head. He should stop falling in love with every cute guy he meets.

He ordered, and while the cute barista was making his drink, he finally woke up a little and noticed what the guy was wearing.

"Damn, I love that band,” he said, pointing at the London Grammar shirt, and the guy looked up surprised, then started smiling widely.

"Yeah, it's one of my favourites. Went to their gig a few weeks ago."

"No way? At the club nearby? I was there, too."

"Oh." The guy was now beaming so hard it looked painful. For some odd reason, Troye still liked his smile. "That's cool. By the way, I'm Connor."

Troye shakes the offered hand, introducing himself. "Hi, nice to meet you, I'm--"

"Troye, yeah. Ricky told me about you. Apparently you are his favourite customer." Connor laughed at Troye's confused face. "We live together, and it came up while talking about work. I promise, we're not stalking you."