alejandro has always been easily influenced by anything remotely addicting. what happens when alvaro becomes another addiction?
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or struggling college student alejandro starts liking coffee and many other things because of alvaro, the colleg...
ALEJANDRO can you please give me the answer to q 10 in the filmography sheet
MATTYP the answer is leave me alone read at 6:47
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MATTYP dead poets society
ALEJANDRO thanks baby
MATTYP idk why i havent blocked u yet go to bed and stfu pls never call me that
ALEJANDRO i did you can sleep now dw read at 6:50
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MAYBE THIS ISN'T NORMAL, Alejandro pondered as he was walking down the familiar street of Rouge with his laptop in hands. It wasn't too early in the morning. It was ten-o-clock, the sun had risen and it was nice and warm. Warm enough for a visit to Romero's. He had woken up with a craving of strawberries and honey tea. The poor sleep-deprived student had been awake since five am, taking short dozes. Far too many overdue papers had to be due next Monday to be sleeping. The coffee shop would wake him, Ale reasoned as he was faced with the familiar clear glass door. It was open, surprisingly. He excepted it to be a 1:00-8:00 type of place.
He pushed the door open and the wave of the diverse scents filled his nose. The most definite was coffee. Most likely a dark roast. He'll never truly get used to smell of coffee.
The barstool that he subconsciously claimed was free so he dragged his tired-self toward it. Alejandro's ears picked up the various sounds of light swearing and pots being slammed. He furrowed his eyebrows as he sat down, peeping over the counter to find the source. Hesitantly, he dinged the bell. He was starving after all.
"Hold on please-" The voice squeaked behind the pots and pans. Obviously the guy was having some problems. "It's okay!" He yelled back. Maybe the voice belonged some sad high schooler who had just started their shift.
He wasn't too far off.
It was Alvaro (of course it was) with flour and bits of dough everywhere on him. Everywhere. Flour in his hair, dough on his nose, his cheeks had handprint shapes on them. The boy was wearing a "mama's boy" apron in a sickening shade of pink. Alejandro almost wanted to laugh but the look at Alvaro's embarrassed look stopped him.
"Hi."
"Hello." Ale tried to conceal his smile. "You got a little..." he motioned his hand to his nose. He could see the gears shifting in Alvaro's head. The utter look of dismay was hilariously adorable. "You have dough on your nose," he stated, his straight face cracking when Alvaro scrambled to wipe it off his face.
"Is it gone?" The barista questioned. He withdrew his hands from his face, sitting them onto the cold countertop. Alvaro's face was most definitely reddening by the second.
Alejandro nodded, grinning softly. "You're good." he yawned sleepily. When did he get so tired all of a sudden? He rubbed his eyes, hoping it'll drive the drowsiness away. He opened them back up to see Alvaro brushing off his apron rather aggressively. This kid... he mused in his mind.
What was I here for?
"Sorry for the mess. I was... baking and-and it's a new recipe." The barista cleared his throat. "So what-"
"What's the recipe?" he interrupted swiftly. Alejandro didn't bake nor did he like it but listening to Alvaro talk about anything would be a win. The boy on the other side of the counter seemed surprised that he was interested in listening. "Um," he started before smiling kindly at him. Wow. His smile was gorgeous. That smile could power the sun, Ale was sure. "It's a cake, but some small strawberries in it." Alvaro shrugged sheepishly. "I don't know, just following a video."
"Do you do the baking?" The student asked, opening the once-forgotten laptop on the counter. He needed to do something with his hands before they flail all over the place.
"I do some of it. Anna does more than me. I do the pastries, that's it." he ran a hand through his flour-dusted hair. "Which ones?" he asked. Ale could see that Alvaro appreciated the questions. He practically glowed. "Macarons, pies... anything fruit-related really. I like baking with fruit for whatever reason. Maybe because it's difficult." Alejandro was impressed, he didn't know what to say. Alvaro must've taken his quietness as disinterest. "Sorry." he flattened his apron, a nervous habit it seemed. "You didn't really ask." The barista chuckled lightly. "No, no, it's fine." Ale quickly shook his head. "I kinda ask did, though." He tried to make him feel better. The other boy giggled a little but took out his notepad and Ale felt a little ping of frustration in his chest. He didn't want the conversation to be cut-off short. Merely a scratch at the surface. All he learned is Alvaro enjoyed baking and was passionate about it too.
"What can I get you?" He clicked the pen. "Anything that keeps me up," Ale said, tapping away at his keyboard.
Alvaro lifted an eyebrow. "My pick?"
"Your pick."
"I hope you like caramel." the barista winked, rushing to the back. The tables were differently turned when the tips of his ears turned rosy and his heart was doing 20 laps.
What the fuck.
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EVE WRITES AT 3 AM AGAIN heyy, shorter chapter. and randomly cut off check. but it's okay because i did that so i get something out. thank you for 100 reads, so lovely of yall. slowly getting gayer folks. hope everything is okay with yall, have a great one !! <3
