dandelion tea^^tommyinnit X reader^^

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The sound of a bell ringing filled my ears. I looked over to the door of my cafe to see a tall blond walk in. Stunning blue eyes, they almost looked like a goldfish, so confused yet so excited.

I got back to cleaning up the back, "One dandelion tea please?" I heard the cheeky smile in the tone of their voice. I whipped around to look at them. 

“Any sugar cubes or honey?” A look of realization hit them 

“Do you guys not put that in already?” yep, he was super new to the shop. 

“No? That has never been here? We even have the option of getting a pride pin for free if you want one, y’know, cuz its pride month?'' They looked so confused and spaced out for a moment. Like they had no clue what to do. 

“Hellloooo, goldfish? You want any sugar or honey, I got to get your tea going.” They looked somewhat embarrassed after they snapped back into the real world. 

“Oh um, just put what you think is a good amount!!'' Then as I was walking away to get the tea going, the nickname hit them. 

“WAIT!! PERSON, WOMEN, MAN, UUGGHHH, IM NOT A FUCKING GOLDFISH!! COME BACK HERE!!” They were practically leaning over the counter yelling. 

“IF I COME BACK OVER THERE, THEN YOUR NOT GETTING ANY TEA.” My simple monotone voice echoed through the shop. The sound of a tea kettle sounded through the shop, along with the grumbling of who I called goldfish, as they went and sat down somewhere in the shop.

“Here's your dandelion tea, anything else?” I sat down the tea cup with the dandelion patterns and a white base, a dandelion sitting in the tea, and an adorable tea spoon with a yellow flower at the top. They looked up from scrolling through what seemed to be twitter, to see the cup. 

“Wow… I can see why all I hear is people talking about dandelion tea from here!!” I was kinda shocked, I only had 5-10 customers a day? How would people be talking about this place? This barely thriving tea shop?

“Well, I'm glad, I'm going to be the owner of this shop in 2-3 years. So if people still talk about this place then hopefully I'll be making a bank.” As I was talking, they took a sip of the tea only to melt while trying it. I saw their faces relaxed and it was clear they thought the tea was good.

“Anything else? You never answered the first time I asked.'' They looked up with eximnet. Still holding the tea, after taking one last sip, they put the cup down and started to speak.

“Oh yeah, you said pride pins are free right?” I looked at them with a slight smile. Wondering if it was for them, or someone else.

“Yep, how many would you like? And which ones? If you do take more than 3, you will have to pay 1 pound for every 2 you buy. Just so we can make some profit.” I laughed at the end, my parents were supportive, but still wanting to make money.

“Well, can I get 2 demiboy pin, one gay man pin, one non-binary pin, and 2 pansexual pins?” well ok, math, oh god I hate math, why did I decide running this place would be a good idea… Ok… 2 plus 2, um 4, 4 plus 2, 6. Ok, six pounds. But then, the tea was 6 pounds, so like, in total…12 pounds? 

“That’ll be 12 pounds in total.” I stated as I wrote out the bill, setting it down on the table they were sitting at.

“I’ll pay up front, I wanna finish this POGCHAMP tea!!” I couldn't help but laugh as I was about to walk away.

“Pogchamp? Really?”  I whispered under my breath. How was this person so… so….what's the word? Weirdly cute.

Ok, I can admit. They were cute, really cute, but hey, I’ll probably never see them again. So I'm allowed to think they're cute. Handsome even. Stunning if I do say so. Ok, but their eyes weren't a bright blue, more like a slightly cloudy sky kinda color. They were so fucking pretty. 

By the time I had snapped out of thoughts I was at the front. Right, I have to get those pride pins. I had gotten all of them together. Sitting in a small pile on the counter. I hear another ding, I look to the door, and Mrs. Margie and Tinna walk in, they’re one of my daily regulars, a sweet old lady, always getting matcha tea, and a chaotic 7 year old always getting our strawberry milk boba. As they walk in I hear tinna talking about something that happened at school 

“Yeah grandma!! Luke then stole mia’s pencil and broke it in half!! He’s so mean!!” When tinna saw me at the desk she came running over. “y/n!! y/n!! Hi y/n!!” I couldn't help but laugh at the little girl.

“Hi Tinna, my favorite customer!!” I smiled as I watched Tinna start jumping up and down out of happiness, her curly brown hair that ended at her shoulders, bouncing with her.

“Im your favorite?!” it was clear how happy the little girl was. 

“Yep!! Sure are!!” I looked over from Tinna, and looked at Margie. Tinna’s sweet grandma. “Ello Margie!! The regular?” Margie nodded her head. I looked back down to Tinna. “Well, little lady, you and grandma should go sit down while I get your tea started!!” I had my hands on my knees while talking to tinna. She looked up at margie, and margie nodded.

“Thank you y/n..” Margie was clearly grateful for me working today. 

As they walked away, the person from earlier walked up. Putting 15 pounds on the counter. I handed them the pins. They took one demiboy pin, and one pansexual pin, and put them both on the bright red hoodie they were wearing. They looked up at me with a smile.

“Well I'll be seeing you… Tomorrow.” Shit now the fact I totally think they’re cute is going to be weird.

As he was walking out the door he shouted something “THE NAMES TOMMY!!” I most likely looked kinda confused.

“PRONOUNS GOLDFISH, WHAT ARE YOUR PRONOUNS?” As they opened the door and stepped out, they shouted the last thing I would hear from them. 

“HE/THEY, AND STOP CALLING ME GOLD FISH, MY NAME’S FUCKING TOMMY!!”