Chapter Text
You felt yourself cringe with dread as the door chime rang out above the cacophony of noise, signaling more people walking into the corner brick-and-mortar coffee shop you worked at. It was about the middle of the lunch hour, and the store was getting a rush from hell; it had been non-stop for the last 45 minutes, and staff was short. You were ready to pull your hair out.
Making the umpteenth frappucino that hour (at this rate, you could make them in your sleep!), you heard a small fuss going on behind you. Turning your head for a moment, you look to see a small group of the people in the shop crowding around and taking pictures. You were mildly curious as to what was happening until you felt the cool drizzle of syrup drool on your hand. You pulled away with a yelp, one of your co-workers laughing at you. You merely stuck your tongue out in defiance, before quickly cleaning the mess and finishing the drink to hand it out. Once that was done, you took in a deep breath, calming your nerves. Throwing on your best working smile, you then turned and approached the cash register to take the next order.
"Hello, sorry for the wait! What can I get for you two, today?" You asked pleasantly, taking in the pair before you. A girl and a guy stood in front of the counter, looking through the menu on the blackboard that stood behind the counter. A couple, perhaps? The girl was the first to step forward, and you immediately noticed that she was quite adorable. Cute girls; your weakness. She was slender, her dark brown hair straight and sweeping past her shoulders. Her cheeks were accented with pink markings, you noted curiously, as she prattled off her order. You couldn't be sure, but you thought the accent was Korean. Trying your best to keep your sloppy writing legible, you scrawled 'Hana' on the cup for her order and placed it aside, turning to the man that was with her.
"And you, sir?"
He looked at you for a moment before a wide smile split his face, and you could feel your ears warm. He was rather cute, too. His hair was in dreads, and pulled back out of his face neatly, showing off the minimal but well-kept facial hair he sported. His dark eyes peered at you from behind green shades before he pushed them up over his head to look at you without them, readjusting the colorful headphones around his neck. Your smile got just a touch more genuine.
You nodded along as he gave you his own order, and it tickled somewhere in the back of your mind that the guy (as well as his companion) looked a little familiar. You were wondering if it'd be rude of you to ask if you had met them somewhere before when a yell behind you garnered your attention.
"(Y/N)! The new kid just exploded a frappe, can you come make it while we clean up this mess?" You heard your co-worker Bridget whine, and you sighed in slight annoyance. You heard a couple giggles come from the customers who all thankfully seemed to be in good spirits, the store's busyness aside.
"Sure thing Bridge, just let me finish taking this order."
Trying not to rush the man, you finished taking his order and hurriedly wrote his name on the cup, nodding at the two of them with a grin.
"I'll call out your names when your drinks are finished," You alerted them before turning and getting back into the throng of work. You and the other workers buzzed around like busy bees, a dance in itself to avoid bumping into one another as drinks were ordered, made, and handed out. You couldn't tell how long it had been, but by the time you made it to the order you had taken yourself, the store had cleared out a good bit, a couple customers enjoying themselves at the tables in the lobby as they waited.
Making the last two drinks and capping them, you walked up to the pick-up zone and sat the drinks carefully on the table, turning them to read off the names.
"Caramel macchiato for Hana, and an iced caffè mocha for...."
You squinted at the cup, holding back a groan of frustration. In your rush to finish taking the order, you hand had smudged off the last half of the name on the cup, only leaving an 'Luc' that was legible. Your brain wracked your memory for the rest of the name, but nothing was coming to mind. Shit.
"Iced Caffè Mocha for Lucy?"
You looked up with a bit of a start as the drink was gently extracted from your hand. It was the cute boy with the dreads. His companion grabbed her own drink, laughing presumably at him as he gave a sheepish grin.
"It's Luci-OH, actually."
You felt the words spilling out of your mouth before you could really think about what you were saying, your tone dry but teasing.
"Play your cards right, and maybe you'll get an 'Oh' out of me some day."
You all stood there for a few moments, registering the shocked looks on their faces before it really hit you, what you had just said. Your eyes widened in mortification, feeling your face going red as the man stared at you in puzzlement. Even Bridget's jaw dropped a little. It had to be only a few seconds, but it felt more like years before the silence was broken; the man's friend let out a snort before bursting into laughter. You felt like your face was on fire, looking between him and his companion. Your mouth moved to try and say something, but now no words would come out. So instead, you turned heel and high tailed it to the break room.
You just missed the smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth as you fast-walked away.
~~~
"Wow, (Y/N), never took you for such a forward guy."
"Shut the hell up, Bridget."