His Dreams of Memories

2

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit- Julian pushed through the crowd of businessmen and women on the crosswalk, mumbling his apologies along the way.

One of the strings of messages he had received earlier that morning was from his boss. A co-worker has the flu, and only Julian could take his shift. The brunette was currently twenty minutes late.

There's one fact that everyone knows: Julian Alfred Pankratz was everything but late.

"Mister Pankratz, glad you could join us." His boss boomed from behind the counter. "You're late. Very late."

Julian licked his lips and rushed behind the counter, pulling his apron over his head. "My deepest apologies, Charlie. Something kept me in bed, and I only woke up thirty minutes ago." He went straight to the nearest empty register and quickly applied hand sanitizer. "What can I get you, sir?"

The brown-haired man in front of him rubbed his chin where very little facial hair grew. "Caramel Macchiato, medium." Julian wrote down his order on a cup and waited for the name. "Lambert."

The brunette froze, his hand that held the pen began to shake. He knew that name... from- no... "R-Right..." Julian shook his head at the thoughts forming in his mind. "That'll be $4.95."

Lambert raised an eyebrow. He had seen the other brunette's reaction to his name but decided not to push it. "Keep the change, kid." After putting a five on the counter, he left to stand behind everyone else.

"Are you sure it wasn't someone that kept you from getting out of bed?" A co-worker of his, Jonathan, asked with a smirk.

Charlie smacked the blonde with a cloth. "Leave him alone and do your job. We're always busy at this hour and insulting Julian isn't helping at all."

The brunette had never liked the blonde. Over a year or so ago, the staff at their café had a party, and Jonathan had gotten extremely wasted. The bastard nearly raped Julian and lost his job in the process. Only Charlie, Jonathan, and of course, Julian knew about the situation. He was suspended for a week, his defense being he was under influence. Now, every opportunity that became available, the blonde targeted the brunette. 

"Lambert!" Julian called, ignoring his thoughts on his dreams. "Your medium Caramel Macchiato, sir." He tried for his best smile.

The other brunette smiled. "Thanks, Julian." He left the barista standing with an open mouth, his name tag wasn't on his uniform, and he sure as hell hadn't shared his name.

Julian leaned on the counter, watching Lambert leave the building, meeting a man with silver hai-

"Pankratz! We have more customers, let's go!" Charlie barked, snapping the brunette back to reality.

"Sorry, Charlie," Julian mumbled, going back to the cash register and continuing his job.