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5- Coffee?

George wakes with a huge yawn, chest es landing almost painfully, blinking multiple times to get ahold of reality. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he proceeds with his morning routine. He's grateful that he's naturally a morning person, the calmness of a dull light and almost no sound is fulfilling to his soul. George halts as he's brushing his teeth. He feels as if he's forgetting something all of a sudden. Resuming, doing laundry, having a snack and checking his discord he finally realizes that he's totally forgotten to check his phone, the only important reason in that is the fact his best friend gave his crush the wrong number! Vivi gave him his own number! He shots up, head spinning lightly, chair scraping the floor as he dives onto his bed, shuffling and tossing his pillows and sheets around, slapping at the covers for a hard surface to find his phone. Feeling a square object touch his hand, he internally cheers before picking it up to check the notifications he's missed.

*** **** **** - hey, it's Clay, wondering if and when you'd like to train again. (46min ago)
George's eyes widen a bit, no one else is ever up in the morning. At least not willingly.

George sets the contact as Clay.
'Hey this is George lmao'
'Oh hey, I thought this was Vivian?'
'No, I thought she gave you her own number'
'Same, but it's even better on my behalf'
'???'
'Want to grab a coffee? ;) my treat'

George breathes in heavily, heart fluttering as he slams his head into his pillow and let's out the girliest scream, tears pricking his eyes in nervousness. Good to think ahead of time for once, someone would've thought he were being being murdered brutally. He seats back up, face red and gasping for air like a fish out of water. He didn't realize he was even holding his lungs.

'Sure :))' was his reply.

Remembering he has his discord open, he sits back down, and tries to type in the server with trembling hands, having to fix many spelling errors as it was unreadable at first 'when are y'all playing today?' He eventually sends, checking to see if they're even online. 'Maybe later? Busy this morning.' Replies Dream. Both Sapnap and Bad decide to play instead. 'I'll be on later too'

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George needs to calm down, he's never even seen the mans face, but he can't bring himself to care. A bead of sweat trickles down his face, leaving an uncomfortable feeling where it dripped. He attempts to even out his breathes to no avail. Fidgeting in his hoodies pockets, he exits the building and heads towardsthe small café where they first met. If you can even call it meeting. He wishes he could re-experience the moment they first made eye contact, his brain completely fogged within one second. He has his hood over his head to hide his blushing face as he slowly approaches the warm and welcoming building. He feels his hands clam up and sweat as he sees that same green hoodie through the windows of the café. Swallowing a nervous lump in his throat, he pushes open the glass doors. Clay must have heard him, because he turns around, "Hey George!" He gives a gentle wave. The two silently decide to sit next to the window.

George forces his shoulders to relax, he's very tense for an unknown reason. Smiling gently, he asked Clay how his day has been, trying to make some small talk. Hoping Clay didn't hear the slight crack in his voice as he spoke. "Yknow, it's been." He laughs, breaking a chuckle from the smaller man. They end up ordering their usuals, George a vanilla cold brew, Clay ordering a black coffee. The brown haired man tried to hide his low disgust by stuffing his face into his sleeves. He hates bitterness, it gives him goosebumps, and not the good kind. He glares at the mug, he somehow already feels the dryness on his tongue. Of course, Clay can drink it he won't make him not, just not George himself. Clay huffs a little, breaking George's thought process. "We order the opposite." He simply observes, "at least we'll never have to fight about it." He gives off an airy laugh. George chuckles, taking a sip. "I'm thinking about bagels right now." He blurts, blushing slightly, realizing he just outed his thoughts. Clay wheezes, "Why don't you get one then?" The smaller shrugs. Nobody warned him it would be awkward on a first date. Wait. Pause. First date? They're not dating! At least George doesn't think so. Is he getting the right memo? Are they dating? What the hell? No no, he asked him for coffee, not on a date. He's not even gay! Or? No! George internally freaks out, covering his confusion by hiding his face behind his cold brew.

     "So you like to design, what is it you draw for your models? Like, specific theme or is it random?" George tries an ice breaker question, dying inside to break the silence. He over thinks way too much, he's hoping the blonde will keep the conversation going to ease his mind. Clays green eyes light up, "Well, I actually love myths. Most of my designs are actually based off of them." George perks, "Like Norse? Legends, fairy tails or something?" He asks. He's got no clue on what goes on with such. Clay replies, "Like historical, I guess. I like to use pagans and witches of sorts, old folk tails, that can include dragons if you like."
    The conversation is going better than George imagined. He's glad the taller is a bit of a nerd like him.

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Hey I'm so sorry the chapter is short I'm having a little bit of writers block. During this time I will work on Tears of the Moon to try and break it, I hope you understand! I have a few things planned out, I just need to decide on how I can write that without getting mixed up on details and plot. Again, super sorry! Please forgive me :))