Christmas OTP challenge

21. spending the evening in a café - Hollaxu

This was just too cute not to do, I fangirled while writing this. Also 4 days left!!!

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Plates clashing against each other and the loud noise of people talking over each other, and the music, took over the whole café. It was loud but not rowdy as two males entered the café, it wasn't empty but there was plenty spare tables, joining the quickly dispersing queue and deciding what they were going to get. "Good morning and welcome, may I take your order" a quiet, yet cheery but deep, voice spoke out from behind the counter which instantly caught Hollow's attention, causing him to look up from his wallet. His friend, Rage, rapidly ordering while Hollow too in the, quite frankly adorable, features of the man behind the counter; the man had dark caramel hair and rectangle glasses, very much like his best friends, perched on his nose. "And you sir?" The 'adorable' man asked, Hollow quickly springing into action and ordering even if he did stumble slightly; the man nodded and told them their total which they quickly paid.

"Your drinks shouldn't be too long, if you want to wait down there for them" the man, who's name tag read 'Curaxu' in neat handwriting, gestured towards the bottom of the counter. "And I will bring your sandwiches over to your table" Curaxu flashed a bright smile, mainly directed towards Hollow, before they moved further down the counter. As they waited for the drinks, the two friends talked but Hollow couldn't help to look over Rage's shoulder at the cute as fuck barista and sometimes Curaxu would even look back. Rage, the completely oblivious person he was, continued talking as Hollow only nodded his head every so often but found he couldn't take his eyes of Curaxu. Their names were called out, pulling Hollow from his thoughts and tearing his eyes away from the brunet behind the counter, who laughed when he turned to grab his drink; Hollow followed his shorter friend to a window table in the corner of the café.

They didn't have to wait too long for Curaxu to appear, two hot sandwiches in hand and a smile on his face, "here you go" he continued to smile as he places the plates down. "That's a good sandwich by the way, you clearly look thoroughly before you choose what you like" Curaxu smirked towards Hollow, causing him to blushed bright red, before leaving. "What was that about?" Rage raised an eyebrow, almost as if to ask if he knew him, "I have no idea, guess I just had a good taste in sandwiches" Hollow laughed lightly, smiling to himself as he knew exactly what it meant. Halfway through eating his sandwich Hollow spoke up, "just going to go to the toilet", which was greeted with a nod of acknowledgement.

Walking out of the toilet moments later, still smiling to himself like a maniac, he almost had a head first collision with no other than Curaxu, who was carrying empty plates and cups through to the kitchen. "Sorry" was quickly muttered from Curaxu but was cut from his apology rant when Hollow grasped his shoulder, it what was a friendly manor but both saw otherwise, "it's alright, I should've looked where I was going, my bad" Hollow smiled and began to walk away, mentally forcing himself to let go of the other. "What took you so long, your foods gotten cold" Rage complained as soon as he got back, "bumped into the waiter from before" Hollow explained while picking up the other half of his sandwich.

A smirk made it's way onto Rage's face, as he actually bothered to notice what was going on, "oh 'bumped' into him, I see" he said with added quotation marks. Almost instantly blushing, Hollow shook his head before swallowing a mouthful, "no quite literally, almost made him drop everything" he excused but Rage only laughed at him. "Sure you did" Rage commented as Hollow attempted to forget his idiot of a friend and finish his sandwich. Once finished, he felt almost relieved as Rage began to talk about game after game, sure it was getting boring and repetitive, but it swerved from the previous topic.

Smiling and nodding at the smaller in front of him had become a habit of his, as well as second nature, but stopped as he felt a presence beside him; "was everything alright" the same almost shy voice from before spoke out, "yes lovely, my sandwich was particularly good" Hollow smirked up at the waiter. His face instantly heating up, Curaxu took their plates, "well I did tell you, you have a good eye for sandwiches" he laughed which only caused Rage to eye them suspiciously. "Is there anything else I can get for you two?" Curaxu asked, the two decide on getting some pastries and Curaxu is quickly onto it.

It wasn't too long before Curaxu returns, a pastry, on a napkin, on a plate in each hand; setting them down and again say how he hopes they enjoy them. Quickly eating into their pastries, the two are silent, until Rage is almost overcome with laughter, so much so that it's hardly audible. Hollow simply raises an eyebrow at the others odd behaviour, Rage only reaches across the table to grab his napkin and hold it up to him; Hollow goes bright red and covers his face with his hands. On the napkin, written in beautiful handwriting and blue ink, is a phone number and is signed 'Curaxu AKA Sandwich' which does cause Hollow to laugh lightly. The smirk does eventually fall of Rage's face as Hollow grabs the napkin, on their way out, and also winks at the waiter cleaning up a table beside the entrance, then leaving into the cold winter air.