He looked back, hand growing sweaty from the heat of the cup. The barista stood at the front counter, eyes trained on his task and a smile in place as he hummed a tune.
Ace glanced once again at his paper cup before stepping back into line. A minute passed before he reached the front again, earning a confused look from the cashier.
"Yeah, i know. Me again." Ace chuckled awkwardly as he began.
"What's the baristas name? If it's okay for me to ask..." Ace had no clue what he was doing or even what he was going to do once learning the baristas name, but he couldn't quell his curiosity. 'Kill the cat' or what not.
The cashier laughed softly, turning to glance at the barista.
"Cassian, prettyboy wants to know your name. Is that okay?" Aces face heated, frantically shaking his head as he watched the interaction.
Cassian, the boy presumed, glanced over towards Ace, giving him a bright smile and nodding his head.
"Of course, to someone as cute as him, i'd tell my life story."
I has also fallen in love with the name Ace so sorry but it is what it is. I'll be posting one or two more things today💜💜💜💜😌👌
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Short stories
Historia CortaShort stories by meee. I post little stories in the comment sections on pintrest and people seemed to really like them so I decided I'd make a book.
