Pâton & Patton (Logicality)

Chapter 1

Patton Sanders hummed as he opened up the store for the day. The sun was shining, the bees were buzzing, and a line had already formed outside for his bakery, Pâton & Patton. Once he flipped the sign to open, a stream of customers flooded in, with Roman, his twin brother and his boyfriend Virgil at the head.

"Hey Patton! Can we just have the usual?" Said Roman cheerfully. Virgil elbowed him and laughed.

"I'm sure he knows your order by now, Princey. I'm gonna have coffee, not hot chocolate today. As dark as my soul, please."

"One large latte with cream and sugar, coming right up. And of course your espresso, Roman." Patton smiled as he made the coffees. He paid extra attention to detail, with cream decorations on the latte foam or chocolate chips on the drinks. That was what made his coffee better than others. The highlight of his café, though, was his pastries.

Patton had recently graduated from a French cooking school. He was top of his class for pastries and breads. He created confections that would make a Food Network star jealous. The glass window of his shop was filled with puff pastries, pâte á choux, macarons, baklava, strudel, and other sweet desserts. The counter was covered with sweets and good French bread. He made the food fresh every day, coming there to bake at five o'clock every morning.

The day was mostly uneventful, a few teenagers tried to buy all the croissants with $17, and he had to explain to them that one, he can't just sell all of them, and two, that's only enough for six croissants. The rush died down and he went back into the kitchen to take a break. He had just sat down when he heard the door open. Patton ran out behind the counter with flour in his hair and a blue apron on.

"Hello. Can I please have one black coffee?"

The man standing in front of the counter was the most handsome man Patton had ever seen. His hair was dark and styled in a practical swoop. He wore a blue polo and a tie, and was wearing glasses. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown and he was smirking. Smirking!

"Hello? Are you hearing me?"

Patton blushed and nodded. He had never been this mesmerized by a customer.

"One black coffee... Can I have a name for that?"

"I'm Logan Grey." he replied smoothly. "What kinds of pastries do you have?"

Patton looked around, and remembered he was the one to answer that.

"Oh, we have croissants, macarons, puff pastries, pâte á choux, baklava, and bread. I make it daily," Patton replied proudly.

Logan looked at the pastries, considering. He pointed at a loaf of bread.

"I'll have one of these, I can share it at the office. Also, the name of the shop is very clever. Pâton, which means dough, sounds very similar to Patton, which I assume is your name?"

Patton was shocked he figured it out so quickly; he just nodded at Logan. The baker rang him up at the cash register.

"That'll be seven dollars."

Logan touched his card to the chip reader and it completed the transaction. He put his wallet away and smiled tightly at Patton.

"Thank you. I know the rush is over and that this is quite inconvenient."

Patton couldn't believe how formal Logan was; he looked like he was the same age or younger than Patton.

"It was no problem, I get bored easily when there are no customers. I love talking to people, like my brother, Roman."

Logan looked at Patton.

"Roman? Oh, is he dating someone named Virgil Anx?"

Patton nodded, surprised.

"That's my best friend from high school. He's very kind, although quite sarcastic."

"That sounds like Virgil. Roman really likes him. The dark to his light, moon to his sun, it's honestly the cutest thing I've ever seen. Except dogs," Patton smiled at Logan.

He brought the coffee and bread over to Logan. Logan smiled formally again.

"I don't really favor dogs. They are too high matinence."

Patton mock gasped.

"You don't like dogs? But they are so darn cute!!"

Logan smiled, for real, and looked like he might laugh. (He didn't.)

"Don't worry, I like cats."

"You're forgiven."

He thanked him, and left the shop. Patton stared at him as he left. Logan has made a different impression on him than any other guy he'd ever met. Sure, Janus had been... nice, and Emile was kind, but Logan had a way of making him smile.

"Patton. Don't get ahead of yourself. You just met him." He reminded himself.

"Ooh, Patton, who've you met?"

Patton turned to the door. Janus walked into the shop, smirking, smooth as ever.

"J-janus? I thought you moved three years ago?"

Janus laughed and turned sideways to look at the pastries. The scar on his cheek glinted in the light.

"These are amazing. When did you learn to make these?"

Patton started explaining the story of the cooking school, but Janus cut him off with a glance.

"The more important thing is that who are you thinking about? Did it happen to be that handsome stranger who walked out the door as I came in?" quipped Janus.

Patton ignored him, but Janus continued.

"Of course, he's nothing - nothing - compared to me. Patton. Did you miss me? I just died from heartbreak when I left. You know I love you."

Patton didn't want to deal with Janus and his lies, not when he had just met the man of his dreams.

"We're closed, sorry. We will open again at six tomorrow morning," Patton smiled.

"I just missed you, hon."

"We're closed."

"Have it your way, honey."

Janus sneered and left. The door slammed with a bang.