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It's tuesday. The worst day in Soap's opinion. Mondays are bad, but you're still relaxed enough from the weekend. Tuesdays are too far from the next, but not quite the day after. Disgusting. And boring.
Him and Gaz are on shift today, it's a slow morning and Soap slept like shit. the neighbors got a new dog, cute as hell. But so incredibly obnoxious with his late night to early morning barking.
Morning shifts are the worst in Soaps opinion. He loves to sleep in and stay in bed for long amounts of time. Morning shifts hinder him in doing that.
Gaz is as chipper as ever, talking about this girl he met in a club saturday night. She seems like an absolute charmer. Except for the fact that she's apparently already told her mother about him. But that's a problem Gaz has to deal with himself.
"Goin' out for a smoke, you got this by yourself?" Gaz calls out, already half way out the backdoor. Soap just waves after him and looks around the shop. It's empty and he doesn't expect any customers to come in for the next hour or so. It's the time between breakfast and lunch, people are at work. And the people who don't work are probably still in bed, basking in the warmth and comfort of a good nights rest.
Soap sighs and leans forward, chin in hand, elbow on the counter. He stares into the void and zones out.
In this state he can faintly hear the doorbell chime, as someone enters the coffee shop.
He does not look up, too far in outer space. The wall tiles look rather interesting when you've stopped blinking three minutes ago. Soap is hoping Gaz is back and takes care of the customer.
"Um... hello?"
Soaps hopes are crashed by a deep rumbling voice, that doesn't hide the fact that the owner is rather shy.
He looks in the direction of the voice and suddenly jerks up.
In front of him stands the most beautiful human being he has ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes upon. Wow that sounds poetic, he thinks to himself that he's got to write this down at some point. But he promptly forgets.
Intstead of responding to this man, Soap openly stares at him, mouth slightly ajar, and takes in all the information he can get.
The man in front of him is tall, taller than soap. Even taller than Gaz, he would argue. His ashy blond hair is messy in a "woke up like this" way. Totally intentional. And incredibly hot. Hes wearing one of those disposable black face masks with a skull print on it. Kinda tacky, but soap thinks it suits his over-all demeanor quite well. The outfit consists of a zip-up hoodie in dark gray, a black t-shirt (that hugs his torso deliciously) and a pair of olive green cargo pants. The cherry on top are black combat boots.
The man's eyes are a shade of brown, that soap hasn't seen before. They have a bit of a green hue to them, that is accentuated by the morning sun coming through the window front to the left. If it wasn't for the light, Soap might have missed it. The blond hair and light skin make his eyes look so deep, he might get lost in them.
The mask hides half of his face, save for a couple of scars, that are partially visible. Two under his right eye, one that goes down his left cheek, and one that goes across the bridge of his nose.
What the mask also cant hide, is the fact that this person is visibly tired. Dark shadows under his eyes indicate many sleepless nights and stressful days. Soap gets it. And thinks they look very attractive.
The customer blinks at him, getting a little impatient. Or rather, uncomfortable? Maybe he should leave?
"Can I get a..." he begins, and checks out the menu that is hanging above soaps head (while soap is checking him out), "earl grey with no sugar?"
Soap blinks his way out of his stupor, once again taken aback by the voice of the stranger, and blushes rapidly. The sound of that man talking shakes Soap to the core. How long did he just stand there and stare? A minute? Longer?
While all of this went down, Gaz was watching the whole thing unfold through the open backdoor, shaking his head at Soap. God's sake, that guy is impossible, he thinks to himself. Gaz lets out a small chuckle, before taking a last drag from his cig and putting it out, making extra sure it's not burning anymore.
Gaz really doesn't want to go in there, but at the same time he has to see how much more Soap can embarrass himself.