Alexander's POV
Finally, I got to the damn coffee shop. God it was a tired day.
I sighed and grabbed my laptop bag in the backseat and shut my car, barely pressing my keys to lock the old thing.
I walked up the short distance to the little shop and opened the door, letting a few people leave before me cursing under my breath at them and walked inside.
The barista welcomed me when I came in and gave me a small smile. This guy wasn't the usual barista.
He took my order and every word he said seemed to slip right through me. He probably thought I was high since I kept asking him to repeat what he had just said.
Soon enough, he called my name and I grabbed my coffee, giving him a tired and quick smile before sitting down at a secluded table.
It was almost like I could feel him watching me sit down but when I looked to his direction, he was making coffee and taking orders.
Man was I out of it. What's up with me..?
I let a deep breath out and opened my laptop. Opening word and typing away. But the entire time I was just thinking about his smile and the way he welcomed me and....
God!! I have to stop thinking about him. Why does this happen so fucking often...?
Finally it become darker outside and the shop was closing. I hadn't noticed and I was emerged into my laptop; typing.
"Sir?" I jumped, swiveling my head around to look at where the voice had came from. It was him.
Quickly, I noticed that the whole shop was empty, and almost all of the workers were gone.
"Oh.. I'm.. I'm sorry I didn't realize the time!" I quickly laughed, shutting off my computer and shoving it into my bag.
"It's fine! It's fine.." He said it with a small awkward laugh.
"I'll... Have a good day!" I gave an awkward smirk and ran out of the shop.
I hit myself across the face.
"Stupid! Stupid... Stupid!" I muttered to myself, climbing into my car and throwing my bag to the back of it; quickly driving home.
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I ship Jefferson and Hamilton
Sorry 👀