Phillip x Yuliy Oneshots [BEING REVISED AND WILL HAVE NEW CHAPTERS]

Coffee shop

     I work in a coffee shop named Whole Brews. It's not a bad job. My coworkers are all nice and my manager isn't a complete and utter dickwad like my last manager. My days are average; I work, eat, sleep, and repeat it all the next day. The customers aren't bad either since we're next to a university, they're all nice or too much of a zombie to be mean to the workers. Sometimes we'll get the occasional asshole who likes to make an order complicated and then yell when we don't get it right, but nothing I can change, right? I step over the threshold and switch on my customer service self. Just seven hours of this... seven hours and I close. That's it.

     "Yo, Phillip! You made it, thank god. I just finished the morning rush and I'm fuckin wiped, dude. Your turn to get worked to the bone," Fallon says and laughs before hanging his apron up and walking to the employees-only bathroom. I sigh and run my hands through my hair. My only day this week is when I don't come in for the morning. I should savor this. Ugh... I'm dreading the lunch rush, though. I slide my apron over my head, and tie it, before walking out to the front. It's not too filled, but there are still enough people to be busy. 

     Customer after customer, order after order. The same dialogue repeatedly. I feel like an NPC. My days are the same, but it's alright. I glance at the clock; I only need to get through four more hours of this. 

     The bell for the door rings. Another customer that I have the help, "Hi, welcome to Whole Brews, what can I get for you?" The woman scoffs at me and holds her hand up.

     "Jeez. I just got here and you're already jumping down my throat about hurrying up. Give me a goddamn minute." God, she's a prick.

     "Of course, Ma'am. Take your time, there's no rush," I say with a smile on my face. I think it's obvious that I'm already pissed off with her attitude, though. More customers are walking in and waiting while she stares at the menu. 

     "Okay, I think I'm ready." 

     Finally. I thought you'd never fuckin' order. "Alright, what can I get for you then?"

     "I want a caramel latte, whole milk, cold foam, blended, chocolate syrup drizzled on the sides of the cup- inside, not out, and I want three shots of espresso. Oh yeah, two pumps of hazelnut syrup too."

     "Alright, I'll get that right out to you, Ma'am. Once the drink is ready you can pick it up at that side." I motion to the opposite side of the counter, a sign hangs above that reads 'Pick up here'. "Can I get a name to call out for when your drink is ready?"

     "Jess." She walks off and stands against the wall while I go to make her drink. Fuckin' drizzle chocolate syrup in the cup. Bullshit. What kinda order is this? I made the coffee, the espresso, everything. I put a lid on it and bring it to the pick-up line.

     "Jess! Drink for Jess?" I call out and see the same snobby woman walk up, grabbing it off the counter, and lifting the lid.

     "I asked for cold foam you know? God. You fucking baristas can't do anything right. Give me my cold foam. I paid for the cold foam, so I expect it on my drink."

     "Of course. I'll get some cold foam on there right away." I take the drink from her hands and go to put cold foam on it, though, I already put cold foam on it in the first place. "Here ya go, Ma'am. Cold foam, just like you asked," I say and nod, handing her drink back to her once again. She sneers at me before leaving and I'm back up at the register again. "Hi, welcome to Whole Brews. What can I get for you today?"

     "Hi! That last person was a real asshole, right?" He laughs and shakes his head. "I just want a coffee with some French vanilla cream and whole milk and can I have that chocolate muffin? That'll be all."

     "Alright, and can I get a name for the drink?"

     "Yuliy."

     "Alright, Yuliy. Your drink will be right up, and let me get that muffin for you." I grab the tongs and reach into the case, grabbing the muffin he had pointed to, pulling it out, and putting it into a bag. "Here you are. I'll call you when your drink is ready." He smiles and goes to sit down at one of our tables. I watch as he pulls out a laptop and starts to type away. I prepare his drink and call his name. I can see that he doesn't move, so I call it again and watch as he realizes that it's his name being called. He jumps up from his seat and comes up to the counter.

     "Sorry, sorry. I didn't realize you were calling my name. Thank you for the drink," he blurts out before rushing back to his seat. There's only three and a half more hours before the end of my shift. I survived the lunch rush. I dealt with that asshole of a lady. I just need to get through these last hours.

     It hasn't been busy for these past three hours. A few customers here and there, but not enough to keep me occupied. I've been cleaning and preparing to close for awhile. Only thirty minutes left of this day. Just a little bit longer.

     "Hey! Just wanted to say thank you for the drink earlier. Could I have another coffee? Black with French vanilla and some whole milk. Thank you again." He was so quick that I barely had enough time to ring him up and get his order down before going to make it. When I called him up to grab his drink, he left a napkin on the counter. 'Hey, you're really cute, call me sometime xxx-xxx-xxxx'. I roll my eyes and tuck the napkin into the pocket of my apron, continuing on with the rest of my shift. Yuliy seems to leave pretty quickly. He packs up his bag and darts out of the coffee shop. Finally. No more customers bothering me while I close up, I needed this so bad. 

     I'm bussing tables, wiping them down and cleaning up whatever messes the customers left when I notice that a phone was left on one of the benches. I pick it up and turn it on to see Yuliy with two others. I find myself staring at Yuliy and smiling before shaking my head and turning it off, putting it on the counter next to the register before going back to cleaning.

     The bell rings again as I'm putting my apron up. I was just about to go out to lock the doors and I sighed, putting it back on, and walking out to behind the counter. I see Yuliy frantically searching each booth. "Um... hey? You looking for something?" I ask as I look at him with a puzzled expression. He turns back to face me. His face is red, his hair is messy, and I can hear his breathing from here. Did he run here? 

     "My phone. Please tell me you have it. Please-"

     I hold the phone up from the counter and smile. "You mean this one, right?" 

     He rushes over and snatches it from my hands, nearly crumpling to the floor as he holds it to his chest. "Thank god. Thank you so much. If I lost this... I don't know what I'd do. Thank you so much." He only repeated how thankful he was and I listened... I didn't find myself getting bored or wanting to make up an excuse to leave. I just leaned against the counter and listened to him ramble on about his phone and how he uses it for everything. I laughed at a few things he said which got me a pause from him and a smile before he continued his rambling. He's really cute. 

     "Bye, Yuliy. I'm glad you have your phone back!" I yell out to him as he's starting to leave the shop. He waves goodbye with the most beautiful smile on his face as he opens the door.

     "Bye! Thank you too! I hope you call me soon," he says and winks. I'm speechless and I laugh as the door closes. 

     "God... how am I not gonna call him after tonight?" I mutter to myself as I walk to the back of the shop after locking the front doors. "I mean... he's super cute after all."

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     I hope you all enjoyed this part! I like how this one came out for what it was before, so I hope you all liked it too ^-^ Have a good day or night <3

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