black touch. /phan/

b r e a t h e

𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆
8 𝑨𝑴
phils bright red shoes glided against the pavement as he skipped to the small coffee shop. he walked through the door with a smile plastered on the boys face as he heard the little jingle come from the door. he grabbed his name tag and pinned it on his starbucks apron and flipped the sign. he hadn't been to work in at least 5 days cause he was down with strep, "philip, dear! your back!" dorris chirped, dorris is the classy homophobic lady with 16 cats and butterscotch stashed into her purse and  a bible always on hand.
"i am! i had strep but i'm better now," phil said simply. "ooh alrighty then. i'm heading to the back," she said.
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(this is a time jump btw!)
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it's nearly 3 pm and the raven haired boy only got 2 customers. but he was thinking about panda lizards and other various stupid things. but he was knocked out of those thoughts when the door opened. a boy with curly brown hair and chocolaty eyes and on his neck laid a birthmark in a familiar shape. Phil looked at it for a few seconds to realize that he had the same exact birthmark under his turtleneck.
"uh hello..?" the pretty boy said. phil was staring. "yeah? oh im sorry. order?" phil said trying to make it seem like he wasn't literally JUST staring at him. the strangly cute boy answered, with his order and his name.  (sorry I don't know what to put as the order oops) "dan suits you." "thank you."
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30 minutes later and the boy is already done with his coffee. while throwing it away he noticed a note on the side, the yellow note had fairly neat handwriting, "text me ********** -Phil :p" he took the note and quickly rushed out, passing an old married couple, exchanging apologies.