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Your name is Sollux Captor and for the past month you've been coming to this coffee shop every other day.
You honestly hate it here. The constant chatter, the overly calm sound of classical music, the tongue burning coffee that tastes like crap, and the amount of people reading is almost enough to stop you from ever coming again.
Almost. The only reason you keep coming back is because of the barista known as Eridan Ampora. There isn't really anything that special about him. Just an arrogant asshole who probably uses 5 or 6 cans of hair spray daily, and has the annoying habit of rapping his ringed fingers against the table when taking orders.
He ticks you off to no end but yet in another way makes our want to grab him by that stupid scarf of his and pull him into a not so gentle kiss.
You're glaring at him again over to top of your laptop as you slouch in your seat. Something you quickly found out ticks him off. He even once gave you a lecture on proper posture.
You managed to catch his eye this time for a few mere seconds before he looked back to the coffee he was making. Damn even the way he made a cup of a shitty drink had to look elegant.
Glancing down to your computer and typed in a few more codes with a smirk. You were managing to hack into his phone with ease. Seriously though, his password is fucking 1010, classic.
You sent a small message, which instantly sent his phone to go off him just barely visibly gritting his teeth as he looked at the message.
'hey asshole, nice password you got there. Real genius.' That's what you had said. He narrowed his eyes at you. He knew. He knew from the very beginning that the one who loved to screw was him was the hacker with the different colored eyes.
Watching as he walked over to a couple handing them their drinks he then made his way to you. You made sure to slump back more in your seat, resting your arms on the table for good measure.
He sneered at you standing straight up by the table, "What do you want Mr.Captor." you resisted a chuckle, in waiter language from him that basically meant, 'What the fuck do you want?'
Grabbing a napkin you scribbled something down on the back of it. Your number and address, "I want you, to meet me, at my apartment tonight. Alone to hangout."
He snatched it off the table and grunted a little, meaning he definitely was going to be there tonight. You smiled and grabbed your laptop after he walked away making sure to put on a show for him as your threw away the coffee you barely touched and tortured him into making.
Was it expensive to have such an over the top coffee made? Yes. Did it taste even slightly better than their normal stuff? No. Was it worth it to watch his face drop when you disposed of it? Hell yes.
You whistled as you walked back to your home going over what you wanted to do before he showed up. He wanted it to actually be kind of nice even though you jab at each other all the time, You can't help but you do take a liking towards the guy.
Quickly you set your laptop on the counter next to the couch and made your way to the dining room. You sighed grabbing some of the old cookbooks your mom gave you a long time ago. You weren't a great cook but so far no one has said you were bad at it so that was something.
You'd have to put a table cloth out and maybe some candles. Yeah, he seemed like the type of guy to appreciate candles. Standing on your tip toes you grabbed some out of your cupboard along with a lighter.
This guy better feel like he's at the wrong guys apartment tonight, or else you've fucked this up big time.