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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Jamilton - The Coffee Shop
FanfictionAlexander is a regular customer at the local coffee shop. He comes there almost every day, purchasing one cup of coffee and typing the day away. Soon enough, he starts to come out of his shell and notices the barista. God.. He's hot.