tentative • a tronnor au

Chapter 1

"That will be 5.97," I smiled at the older woman in front of me. "Would you like the receipt?"

She dug in her purse and grabbed a ten dollar bill. "No thank you sweetie," she smiled. She handed me the money and I put it in the cash register, giving her her change back. She took the change I handed her and put it immediately in the tip jar next to the register.

"Thank you so much, ma'am," I said handing her her drink. She smiled a small smile.

"No problem," she paused to read my name tag, "Connor."

I nodded my head and she turned around and walked to an empty table and sitting down. She was the last person in line so I took this opportunity to start cleaning the counter.

"Connor!" Bre yelled from the back. "Can you come help me with these boxes?"

I laid down the rag I had in my hand on the counter and went back to help her.

I almost hit my hip on the edge of the counter, maneuvering through the back area.

There stood Bre. Well, I thought it was Bre. All I saw was a pair of legs and the bottom of her work apron. "Help," she whined. "These are so heavy, Con," she said as I took the top box off, almost dropping it due to the weight.

"Holy crap, what's in here?" I questioned, going to find a pair of scissors to open them. I heard Bre sit the box down behind me and dust off her apron.

"They are the new reusable plastic cups," she said. She looked down at her box with regret in her eyes. "I probably shouldn't have sat that down so hard," she whispered, hoping I wouldn't hear her. I giggled to myself and dug through the drawer, soon finding the scissors. I walked back to where the boxes were and kneeled down in the floor, being careful not to cut my fingers while opening it.

Soon, the tape gave and I opened the box to reveal clear cups with the logo "LC" written on it with a circle around it. They had matching red lids with red straws.

"Aw these are cute," I said, starting to stack them together and sitting a few of them with the regular cups and a few for display up front.

Bre and I always worked the same shift at Lucy's Coffeehouse. We had both started work here around the same time, about six months ago, when Ms. Lucy put us on the same shift.

Ms. Lucy was a widowed woman who was about 65 years old. She had owned this coffeehouse for many, many years. She was getting to where she couldn't come in as much as she would like to due to her arthritis and taking care of her grandchildren, but nothing made her as happy as they did, so if it meant not seeing the woman who had become a second grandma to me, it was worth it.

I began taking the boxes towards the back to throw them out, when I heard the jingle of the bell on the door go off, signaling that someone had just walked in.

"Be right with you!" I called to them.

I sat down the boxes and adjusted my glasses and beanie, knowing I kind of looked like a mess since my shift was almost over.

I walked towards the front to see a guy about my age with his back towards me. He had on a long black coat and brown curly hair.

"How may I help you today," I said once I had gotten to the register. I didn't even look up at him once he had turned around. Well, that was until he spoke.

"I would like a medium vanilla latte," he said with a strong Australian accent. "Make that two," he said, correcting himself.

I looked up at him once I had his order in and his total calculated up. He had a narrow face with beautiful blue eyes. He had a birthmark under his eye and his hair flopped down across his forehead.

I looked in his eyes and he looked in mine. I felt as if the world had just stopped. I could stay like this-

I suddenly snapped to reality, knowing that I had just looked like an idiot in front of the hot Australian guy.

"Oh, um that will be 7.54," I stuttered out. "Would you like your receipt?" I asked.

"No, thank you though," he smiled at me.

I turned around and made his drinks, turning around and sitting them on the counter so I could get the lids. He stood there, watching me as I worked. Did he not have anything else to do? Because he was making me seriously nervous.

I grabbed the black lids and walked back to the counter, leaning over the drinks with my head down, not wanting to look at him.

I immediately regretted my choice, because when I leaned over the drinks, the steam made my glasses fog up. My face flushed red, knowing when I looked up at him, my glasses would be fogged.

I snapped on the other lid and looked up at him. He let out a small, adorable giggle, making my cheeks and ears burn.

"Would you like a drink tray?" I asked, knowing I had embarrassed myself enough. He shook his head. "No, thank you though," he said, repeating what he had said a few minutes before.

He turned around to leave when he suddenly turned around. "See you again, Connor?" He said, glancing at my name tag.

My heart started pounding so hard I could hear it clearly. "S-sure," I stammered out. "See you again..." I paused, realizing I didn't know his name.

"Troye. Troye Sivan," he said with a small smirk.

"See you again, Troye," I said, though it came out as more of a whisper. He turned around and I whirled around to run back to the back area, when I collided with the entire new coffee display, knocking it over and falling flat on my face.

"Oh my god, Connor!" Troye yelled, though it came out more as "Connah". "Are you alright?" He said, leaning across the top of the counter, watching me lay there in bags of coffee, some open and some closed.

"Yeah," I muttered, pushing myself up off the ground and dusting myself off. My face was bright red and my beanie lay on the floor in the midst of the coffee. My glasses were crooked on my nose and my hair was a floppy mess across my head. I stood there looking at Troye like the idiot I felt like.

"Here, let me help you," he gently whispered, leaning closer and adjusting my glasses, brushing against my cheek. It took everything in me not to gasp, because from his touch it felt as if sparks flew from my cheek to my brain and then spread to my entire body, making me feel warm and tingly.

"T-thanks," I muttered.

"See you soon?" Troye asked.

I nodded in reply and he took his drinks with him and went to open the door, using his back since his hands were full. He winked at me just as he went out the door and strode across the parking lot like he owned it.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself. "Oh my god."