my favorite cafe \\ dreamnotfound

totally not staring ~ chapter V

A/N:
This chapter is going to be a little bit bigger than the other chapters you have (probably) read so far, so yeah.

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George quickly woke up and watched as the sun filled the sky up with colors.

He got up and yawned, feeling the stretch in his limbs.

He got changed into his work uniform, and went into the bathroom to brush his hair.

George rubbed hair gel onto his hair and fixed it up.

He grabbed his phone off of his charger and opened his door.

Daybreak. A constant reminder of traffic.

The whole city was like an alarm clock, it woke you up too early, too late, or just right.

It usually woke George up in the middle of the night, which he hated the most.

He could never go back to sleep, he ends up laying on the couch staring mindlessly at his phone.

George walked down the stairs, carefully, of course.

"Yeah, that Cafe was pretty good! I'm going there again as soon as it opens." George heard from the top of the stairs.

"Thanks for suggesting that Cafe! I love it there."

"Bye!" George heard.

He quickly went down the stairs.

Was that who he thought it was? Or was that just someone random?

Whatever, it didn't matter! Of course it didn't.

George hopped onto his bike and pedaled away.

You knew who that was, George. His brain snapped at him.

Shut the fuck up. He snapped back, his face turning pink.

I'm just stating facts, like always. You never listen. George's brain continued.

How the hell did George even argue with his mind anyway? He was practically arguing with himself!

He asked himself that question weekly, and whenever his brain fought with him, it gave George an odd feeling of deju vu.

He despised that feeling. He had no clue why, of course, but he just hated it.

George parked his bike, once again, in the bike rack.

He unlocked the door to the Cafe, and turned on the open sign.

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Clay hopped into his car and opened up Google Maps.

He searched the Cafe that he went to yesterday, it had just opened!

He hummed, and started the car.

Perfect.

The radio came on, and filled his car up with music.

Clay backed out of his parking spot, and merged onto the street.

Surprisingly, the streets weren't that busy today.

As he came to a stop at a stop light, he turned towards the back seat.

He grabbed the laptop that laid on top of one of the back seats and laid it onto the passenger seat.

Online college. Gotta hate it, gotta love it.

When Clay got to the parking spot he had parked in yesterday, he pulled the keys out of the key hole and leaned forward to try and see if the barista from yesterday was there.

Of course he was.

Clay quickly got out of the car, and went inside the Cafe.

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George looked up from his phone to see the same blonde man from yesterday coming in.

Shit.

"Oh, I saw you yesterday!" The blonde said, a slight pink started forming on George's cheeks.

"Anyway, I'd like another vanilla chai tea latte, please." The blonde requested.

George nodded, and quickly got his drink ready.

Whyisheherewhatthefuck

Words scrambled in George's brain, scratching the insides of his mind.

George was reminded of what he heard this morning.

"I'm going there as soon as it opens!" The flash of words stuck inside his head.

The customer he was 'obsessed' with lived at the same apartment complex George lived at.

His new neighbor was the blonde dude he was serving right now.

George's face was lit up with red and pink.

Flashes of red stroked his cheeks.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

As soon as George was done with the drink he quickly served it to the blonde.

"Hey, George!" Darryl called from inside his office.

George scrambled over to hid manager.

"Hm?" George hummed.

"Its your break time right now. Lunch to be exact." Darryl answered.

"Oh, alright." George responded, he then prepped his own lunch in the kitchen, and put money into the register.

He sat down (obviously across the room from the blondie) and ate his lunch.

George drank his water, and pulled out his phone.

Something then caught his eye.

The blonde had flipped his hair, his curls bouncing.

George then started staring.

That was so hot.

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Clay quit typing and went back to eat his lunch.

Yeah, he had been here for an hour, or so he thought.

It was close to being two hours by now. He started working on his computer about fifty minutes ago, and started eating in between his 'work time'.

He looked over to see a brunette barista staring at him.

Hmm...

He took a sip of his chai tea and winked at the brunette.

What a big flirt I am.

Soon enough, the brunettes face was covered in pink.

Clay smirked then went back to drinking his tea.

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WHATTHEFUCKSJSUDUHD?