It's just us, now.

Twelve.

Four years ago...

Don, a fresh out of high school teenager, began to work at the Phantom Cafe. It was a halloween-themed coffee shop that he'd seen had opening for a job, and given the fact that he dressed like a jester and wore face paint it seemed like a good job to have that wouldn't question his appearance. They practically hired him on the spot when they saw him.

His boss, Phuni, and the other coworkers there all dressed like ghosts, and Don couldn't tell if they just looked that way, or if it was makeup. He, in all honestly, wasn't sure that he wanted to know.

Since Don started working there, a regular customer, Richard, but he liked to be called Dick, of his age would show up in the morning for his coffee, and occasionally arrive at lunch during the weekends. Don may or may not have purposely been the one at the register and the one to serve the man at the times he would get his coffee. If his coworkers noticed, they didn't say anything on the matter, and if anything they tried to help him by finding a different task so Don could take over when Dick arrived. Phashlie consistently began to giggle knowingly whenever Dick showed up, much to Don's annoyance.

"Hey there, Dick."Don greeted as the regular customer showed up in the morning, "You want your usual?"

"Mocha with cinnamon."Dick confirmed with an easygoing smile as he leaned against the counter. Don fidgeted, tugging at the hem of his sleeves nervously.

"I got it."Phon said from his side, making Don jump as the man drifted off to make the coffee himself. Dick openly laughed at his reaction.

"Jesus..."Don mutters, "I hate it when they do that. Creeps me out."

"Seems like an interesting place to work."Dick noted with a smirk, "I can't tell if those guys are dressed like ghosts or really are ghosts."

"I ask myself that same question everyday I come into work."Don sighs with a small shake of his head.

"Got the mocha."Phon announced as he swiftly came back with the cup, handing it to Don.

"Well, uh, here you go, Dick."Don said with a nervous chuckle, handing the coffee to the other man, "Have a good day."

"Thanks, Don."Dick responded, raising his cup of coffee in goodbye as he began to head out, "I'll be seeing you."

Don sighed as the close shut behind him and he went on his way. Phon leaned into his side and nudged his shoulder as he suddenly informed him, "I wrote your number on his cup. You're welcome."

"YOU WHAT?!"Don exclaimed, gripping the counter as he whirled around to look at the grinning man incredulously. Phon only laughed.

Outside, Dick examined his cup and couldn't resist the grin that crossed his lips as he read the neat red ink that was delicately written along the top of the cup.

Donathan D. Donathan, (XXX)XXX-XXXX. I'm free from work on the weekends. <3

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