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Coffee Shop

Rain beads the broken paintwork of the cars and bounces from every hard surface. The  sound came from every direction except down and the drains in the street bubbles with grey-brown run-off. For once the weather man got it right, fifty millimeters by noon. 

I pulled my black hood over my saturated form as I stood in the street, small pellets of water spit on my hands, I smiled to myself. 

The rain hadn't stopped for hours and gave no sign  of letting up any time soon. I walked inside my favorite café, I guess this wasn't going  to be a short visit after all.

My breath hitched as my eyes landed on the cashier, the same tanned boy with glasses who served me almost every morning. He sat on a stool behind the counter drawing on a cup, his focus was not directed towards incoming customers. 

This certain cashier makes me nervous because I must annoy him so much, every morning I order a latte with almond milk; and every morning he tells me they don't serve almond milk, only lacto free milk. Sadly, I was not blessed with the enzyme that digests dairy, I'm lactose intolerant.

As I stumbled to the counter I still went unnoticed. There is only one other customer heere, a woman on her phone in a nearby table; I guess they don't get much customers during the rain. I awkwardly attempted to clear my throat, he looked up at me.

His face perked up with a grin, he gave me a small wave. "Good morning, may I take your order?"   His nametag read 'MICHAEL.' "Uhhh...latte with lacto free milk please." I doubt he needed to ask for my order.

"Size?" Michael stuck out his tounge as he wrote my order on the side of the cup, the same cup he was drawing on. "Medium." "It'll be ready in a sec."

I took a seat at a small table near a window. The street stood clear of  pedestrians and barely any cars filled the roads. I took my laptop out of my bag and began to work on my essay; I really took advantage of how easy high school was, college is ass. 

Wait, Michael forgot to ask for my name, how will I know when my drink is ready? I glanced at the counter, Michael began to set it down. I guess I am basically the only other customer  heere.  

"Rich?" 

Of course, he already knew my name.

As I got up to get my drink he didn't break eye contact with me and a soft smile layed on his face. "I  hope  you like it." When I reached for my drink Michael didn't return to the stool, he stood still watching me. 

I awkwardly shuffled back to my table, he was still starring. 

Did he do something to my drink?

I nervously brought the cup to my lips and took a sip, delight instantly spread across my face. This is the best he's ever made it before, I could taste the difference in milk. Despite my better judgement, I walked towards Michael who coincidently would no longer make eye contact with  me.

"Hey, did you guys start serving almond milk? My drink tastes different." My smile didn't falter.

Michael's face suddenly turned pink and he turned away, his hand slightly cupping the lower half of his face. 

"Not exactly, you always ask if we have it so I got it specially for you." His face turned crimson.

I felt my heartbeat rise and my own face flush, a cute cashier bought the milk with his own money and it's for me.

A               Very               Cute               Cashier.

"Oh my god, you really didn't have to do that! I'm sorry if I annoyed you guys, please let me pay you back!" I was a flustered mess and I instantly slapped  my hand over my mouth. Fuck. I let my lisp slip. 

He laughed at my awkwardness but didn't make a remark about my lisp. Thank god. "Its fine, I do hope you enjoy your drink though." His grin will be the death of me, I find him very attractive and he knows it. 

I breathed in. "It's amazing." Fuck, that's a weird choice of word for a drink. 

I glanced at the cup, small doodles of pac man and headphones??¿¿ Vintage art decorated my cup. Near the bottom of a cup was a phone number; my mouth couldn't form words at this point, I was a stammering mess.

Michael saw I noticed the number. "I hope you wont throw away the cup...or call me before you do so." I had no intentions of throwing away the cup. 

"Y-your really good at d-drawing," was all I could say. "Thanks." Michael winked at me. 

He's too precious.

Not wanting the conversation to end, I nervously glanced back at my table, "D-do you get off work soon?..." I cringed at my lisp. "I'm sitting overthere if you want to join." 

His lips curled up and his shoulders relaxed, "I get off in 5."

~smol time skip thots~

We sat in a comfortable silence in the small café. I typed away, mulling over my essay while he sketched in a notepad, Michael  insisted it wasn't a serious sketch, that he just liked the concept.

It was a young boy with scars, burns, and broken limbs; instead of oozing blood, flowers blossomed instead. I couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye. 

Michael nibbled on his pen, messy hair falling all over his face.

Suddenly the hair on my neck was rising, it wasn't the cold atmosphere that made my heart pound. Michael grabbed ahold of my hand and just smiled at me. He gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

I smiled to myself, a moment like this reminds me of a start of a romance arc in any novel.

My face went white.

Oh

Oh no.

So I'm sure you all heard about Be More Chill closing in 7 weeks, to be honest I'm really bummed and sad. This show is leaving too soon. All the actors deserve so much love and everyone participating in the musical. Thank you to the everyone in Be More Chill for giving the youth such a funny, crazy, relatable, story. :)))