And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 5 - Coffee Coffee And Flowers

Trigger warning: food, internalized homophobia.

It was wednesday. The middle of the school week for some. Another day of work for others. A day someone would lose someone. A day someone would meet someone. And that was exactly what was happening in this story.

Logan had recently found a good cafè nearby on his travels last Saturday and had began visiting daily that now most of the staff were now familar with them and knew his name so they no longer had to ask. They had good coffee as hot chocolate, so it was wonderful.

The cafè in question was called Coffee Coffee. The owner was french so they'd accidentally made a mistake when setting up, but it had a nice ring to it like the classic bell over the door that rang when someone entered.

Inside the walls were hand painted with mugs and strawberries with cream with a yellow background. The lights were a warm yellow and seemed like they could easily be used in someones kitchen. They had a long table facing outside to the garden across the streets that had a beautiful variety of flowers, and of course the regular tables inside. The whole establishment had that homely aura to it that made it so charming.

Logan texted Patton the adress this morning and now was waiting inside, looking at the beautiful view across the street.

His vision got interrupted by someone waving on the other side of the window cheerfully.

Ting!

Patton dashed into the cafè immediately going in to hug Logan as he stiffly sat in his seat.

"Sorry, I've just waited so long," The emotional man suddenly started crying with his large smile printed along his entire face.

Logan looked at him sympathetically before holding his arms out, offering a hug for the other. Gladly, Patton threw himself into the hug, sobbing happily as Logan patted his back softly.

"Shall we order?" Logan suggested after 2 minutes of standing there, hugging. The staff member were all starting to stare at the odd pair.

Letting go of the other, Patton nodded.

They now sat, looking at each other with the warmth of their mugs againest their hands.

Patton's black hair shined againest the gentle light, falling in front of his face as his eyes reflected againest it like the sun on the sea.

"You remind me of someone Logan," He admitted, brushing his hair back behind his ear.

Logan shifted uncomfortably, "Really? Who?" He asked, attempting to fool Patton into thinking he didn't have an idea who he'd be thinking of.

"Well~," Patton dragged out the L before continuing, "There was this really pretty women that used to run a flower shop when I used to live in another town, I used to go there and get some for my grandma..."

Logan sighed, trying to keep his mind together. He couldn't say it aloud. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, rolling up his sleeve, he began to write.

Patton watched as the ink appeared on his skin.

"I know who she was," Patton read out alloud, "Did you buy flowers from her shop too?" He asked happily.

"Something like that," His voice cracked when he said the last word.

Patton gasp, barely audible, "Well, what do you do for a living?" He changed the subject quickly.

"I sell flowers," Logan mumbled, his face now flushed red.

"Hm? What was that Lo?" Patton inquired.

Logan took his phone out and showed Patton a picture, "I...Sell flowers,"