queercoven
It was Michael's second week in a row at the same local coffee shop. Sure the drinks were good and the atmosphere was great for songwriting, but the real reason he was blowing all his money here? Awsten: the cute, flirty, easy on the eyes, blue haired barista. Michael held his journal in his hand. It was his prized possession, and every page described his coffee crush with words and melodies. Today was the day he promised himself he would make a move. Will he get everything he's been dreaming of? Will he never be able to step foot in here again?