mislead ↠ lashton

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Oh how I love the smell of coffee and books in the morning! Everyday I walk through these doors with no worries other to serve others their drinks. It's 7am & in, mmm, about 20 minutes, beautiful people will walk through the glass doors and have no intentions other than to read books and drink decent coffee.

I, Ashton Irwin, always love to make people happy. I try everything and anything, in my power, to put a smile on their face or just brighten their day. Like last week! This guy walked in in nothing but his pajamas & asked for something.. "..strong. Can I have something strong. Please."

His voice was extremely raspy, probably been up all night.. He had dark green eyes, a brown mess on his head, and chapped thin lips. When he got to the counter he instantly put his head in his hands and groaned quietly only for me to hear. "Hey, you.. ok?" I didn't want to be nosey but I also didn't like to see people in much distress. He looked at me with sleepy, sad eyes and looked back down. "I, uh, have your 'something strong' ready!" I laughed slightly and made him look up. He looked at me in confusion and all of a sudden his eyes flickered and he had a grin plastered on his face. He stood up, grabbed his coffee, carefully, & waited for a second. He looked at me for while, but I didn't say anything. I knew he was thinking of something. He laughed slightly while putting his head down and he spoke.

"In the last five months.. you're the first person to ask me if I'm ok and to make me laugh. Even smile." He looked up at me with glassy eyes. I looked at him with a gentle smile. He then reached over the counter and grabbed the back of my neck to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek. He let go of me and spoke quietly. "I appreciate it." I was surprised that he did that at first but pretty much anything could happen in New York, so I accepted it and let him. After that warm moment, he walked out of the store leaving the little bell to tell me he had gone. aaand that was that.

Sometimes I wished he had told me his name or why he was sad. But other times I think that those things aren't that important. I wasn't trying to date him or hook up, I was just trying to make him smile. So I was fine with it after a while.

Back to the main objective, I love my job. I love meeting the different people that come and go in the shop. Although there are some that visit more often than others.

Luke Hemmings. Oh my god Luke Hemmings. Whenever he walks through those clear doors I get so nervous and I become unable to talk. Once he orders what he wants, I instantly melt from how gorgeous his voice is. Can a voice be gorgeous? Whatever, yes. I don't know, it's just something about him makes me want to know him. I mean, I only know what he likes to drink for gods sake.