One Shots (BoyxBoy)

Option 1 (1)

The pleasant aroma of freshly baked sweets and coffee wafted into my nostrils, sending my olfactory system into overdrive. I peered around the small café, the oft-lively establishment not quite meeting its typical degree of workload. Pools of warm light spilled from the numerous lanterns that hung from the walls. A few couples chatted quietly amongst themselves, enjoying an early coffee stop. Some other individuals sat at single person tables, the only companion accompanying them being the laptop or book sitting in front of them.

I found a seat at a small table by the window as a couple bikers passed, watching as they rode through a puddle and sent a couple birds flying away to avoid being covered in mud. The sun peeked out from the cover of a couple small shops that rose from the weathered brick foundation across the street.

My observation was interrupted by a soft "ahem". I turned my attention to a young-looking waiter who gazed at me with a shy look, his lips tugged up into a boyish, lopsided grin.

"Hi--ah--I mean, hello, how are you doing sir?" A subtle blush crept its way into his cheeks. The server's bright blue eyes watched me nervously.

"Fine, thank you." The corners of my eyes crinkled ever-so-slightly as I smiled at his discomfort. After a few moments of him smiling awkwardly at me, he realized that he had to take my order.

"Oh! I--uhh...what would you like, sir?" He managed after scrambling for a pen and notepad.

"Just a regular coffee will do. Cream and sugar too, please." I watched him as he carefully wrote down my order. "You're new, right?" I found myself trying to start a conversation with the flustered waiter, which surprised me just as much as it had seemed to surprise him.

"Yeah, I'm basically the definition of a greenhorn." After a short pause, he frowned. "Why, is it that obvious?" I could detect a bit of panic in his voice as if he were afraid he had embarrassed himself.

"No no! I just come here every morning is all. I know everyone that works here." I hesitated. "Well, other than you I guess."

"Oh. Well, since I'm new at this, uh, do you have any tips on picking up cute customers--or is that out of the question?" He was blushing furiously at this point.

"I..." I trailed off, losing my train of thought. Wait, did he just hit on me? I cleared my throat, giving up on trying to gather up the sentence that had come to mind before the major brain fart that had just occurred. Instead, I decided to play along. "Bringing them their coffee would be a good start, I suppose." It was my turn to redden, and my cheeks took this opportunity way too far. I could cook up some mean bacon and eggs with the heat that had risen in my cheeks. I watched as a lady emerged with a tray filled with cookies from what I assumed was the kitchen. "Ooh, and throwing in one of those cookies that lady just brought out wouldn't hurt..." A broad grin stretched across my face. "...assuming they like cookies, of course." His eyes sparkled like twin oceans under a blue moon, as he returned my grin with just as much verve and spirit as I had used when I had grinned at him.

"And do they like cookies?" He asked playfully, seemingly forgetting that he had other tables waiting for him as he leaned forward against the table.

"The safest answer would probably be yes," I said, nodding thoughtfully.

"Okay, one coffee and hypothetical cookie coming right up." He stepped back, continuing to gaze at me for a moment, before turning and making his way to the counter at the back of the coffee shop. I watched as he walked away, taking a mental note of his athletic stature. His shoulders were broad and sturdy, giving him a masculine atmosphere. He was taller than average, likely a few inches more than six feet. His build made his black button-down give him a more-than-flattering demeanor and appearance. His dirty blond hair was styled into a casual and tousled look, accentuating his pleasing face and stubble beard. Finding myself drooling a bit, I quickly wiped my mouth and turned to the window, noting how the sun had risen quite a bit since I had last looked.

"Your coffee and cookie?" I turned, blinking as I realized the waiter had returned. He placed my coffee on the table. However, instead of bringing me a regular coffee, he had brought me a latte with a heart. How cheesy.

"I--uh...wasn't sure if you liked lattes, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to try." He gave me his signature lopsided grin, and I couldn't help but grin back. "Oh! And I checked that the cookie was good enough for you to eat. Have to ensure my customer's safety, right?" He winked at me, stirring butterflies in my stomach. He set down a napkin and a cookie with a bite out of it. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?" He paused. "...sir." As he began to leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Actually, could you grab the check for me? I need to be heading out soon." I found myself holding his wrist longer than I had first intended, so I promptly let it go, clearing my throat awkwardly as my blush returned to my cheeks.

"Sure, I've got to finish up here anyways. I've got places to be aswell." He grinned broadly at me then stepped away, heading back to behind the counter. After a minute or two, he returned, holding a slip of paper. He set it down, his bright blue eyes sparkling as they examined me.

I looked down at the paper, taking a bite of my cookie. Furrowing my brows, I looked up to ask the waiter something, but he had disappeared. The only thing on the slip of paper was a phone number. I turned the slip of paper. It read: 'Don't worry, I paid for everything. However, if you do feel inclined to pay me back, a call will do. Love, hot waiter guy.' I sighed, turning the slip back over to look at the number. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy now. I carefully folded up the paper before slipping it into my pocket. I drained my coffee, despite the burning sensation in my throat, quickly finished the rest of my cookie, and gathered up my things. I took one last look out the window before making my way out of the coffee shop.