Clay didn't believe in love, he thought it was a waste of time, he usually visits a small coffee shop where he could read and study, his friend Nick would sometimes tag along with his boyfriend. one day, clay walked In the same shop, but this time, there was a new worker that caught his eye, a boy behind the counter. ~~ George needed help. His mother died and his father left him and his little sister, abandoned, George got a job so he could pay the bills and look after his sister, he's currently living with two good friends from school. He used to work as a writer, but his boss never appreciated his work, and wouldn't pay him enough. Giving up on that dream, he found out he had special skills in making coffee, will he be able to balance school and work again? will that skill save him and his sister? All while dealing with eating disorders and recovering from self harm? Will working in a coffee shop change his life? ------- this is my first PROPER dnf story. It will probably slowly get farther away from the topic but I'll try not to let that happen. There could be spelling mistakes but I'll try to spot them. All the info you need is in the first chapter. (Warnings, characters etc.)

What do you do when Mr. Tall Long drink of water, I-know-I'm-irresistible with my smirk and my bedroom eyes walks in the coffee shop you're working in and starts flirting? Ethan is not the kind of guy who's going to faint at the first dazzling smile directed his way. He likes to play it cool. Unfortunately for him, all his plans fall apart when Aden makes him an offer he can't - won't - refuse. And Ethan will get more what he ever hoped to reap as he accepts the deal... ------------------------------- Delightful cover by Crazy_Old_Owl

[COMPLETED] This is the love story of Saiki Kusuo and his love for coffee jelly. • • "I picked up the spoon and took the first bite. Delicious. Wonderful. This coffee jelly was so amazing. The jiggle, the bitterness, and the sweetness just melts in my mouth. I never felt happier in my life..."

His face, His lips, As I get his order delivered to him across the counter he passes me note. Numbers, Numbers? HIS PHONE NUMBER? I silently pass him a napkin with mine, Written with marker