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Newt walked into The Parisian after school like he always did. After all, it was his favourite coffee shop and he needed coffee after with college. He was a freshman at Denver University, also known as the Cranky College. After dealing with the Cranks (professors) all day, he was going to need a lot of coffee.
The blonde sipped on his third cup of the bitter liquid. He'd mastered coffee before coming to America, but had otherwise little success with blending in. That wasn't a problem, of course, but those American girls wouldn't leave him alone. He'd befriended a few, such as Sonya and Harriet, but the others he pushed away.
The one for him was the boy who worked here, Thomas. The brunette had been working here since Newt had begun classes, which was about five weeks ago. He'd learned the art of coffee making quickly, and had learned Newt's usual order with ease.
The blonde's best friends, Minho and Alby, had noticed his attraction to the store. He was thankful that they had not yet discovered why.
On this first day of Newt's fifth week of classes, they joined him at his table. "Hey guys" He said without looking up.
"Hey slinthead" was Minho's reply. He then turned to Alby and said "could you get me a caramel latte?"
"Anything for you baby" was Alby's sarcastic reply. He walked over to the counter and Thomas took his order, which did not escape Newt's notice.
It was then Minho finally realized what was going on. "It's him, isn't he?"
"What?" Newt said, confusion evident on his face.
"The barista, you want him."
Newt blushed and said "I swear if you tell him-"
Minho interrupted saying "You're going to tell him."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because" Minho paused. "If you talk to him now you'll feel better, and besides, I've known you for three months. I want to see you get laid already."
Newt calmly sipped his coffee. Then he said "He has a girlfriend. Her name's Teresa."