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Akane aoi, A college student from a small town in Japan, with Auburn colored hair and big, reddish-brown eyes was working in a coffee shop downtown for a little bit of extra money.
Usually his work days went by super slow and he was always bored however, Akane still tried to be nice to his customers and co-workers. He usually spent his 20 minute break walking around the lake near the coffee shop. Sometimes he got some company from Sakura nanamine.
Sakura and Akane weren't really close. Yet again, Sakura was matching Akane's energy for the most part, which made it easy for him to build a conversation with her.
The days got short and the weather got colder. Snow and ice all over the ground. For some reason, Akane found the atmosphere calming. It was a Saturday morning, a little after 6am. No one would come to the coffee shop this early so he was alone with one of his co-workers.
After some time had passed, he could hear the tiny bell of the coffee shop ring. A blond haired boy with bright blue eyes, casual clothes and headphones entered. The music that the young man was blasting through his headphones was so loud, Akane was able to hear it from his spot behind the counter.
He hated those kinds of people. finally, the customer took off his headphones and sat down by an empty table in the corner, right beside the window. Akane took the clip board from the counter, grabbed a pen and walked towards the table, keeping his straight face.
"Are you ready to order?" He asked, keeping his voice friendly.
The young man, who had been looking at the menu in front of him for a little while, now looked up, right in Akane's eyes.
Now where they were a little closer, He noticed how familiar his face was.. of course. They went to the same highschool... Everyone knew Teru Minamoto. Back then, He was the most popular guy at school. Teru was the kind of person that could make any persons heart melt.. regardless of their gender.
They never talked so he was pretty sure Teru didn't know who he was. And maybe akane was a little grateful for that.
"Could I get a black coffee?"
Akane wrote down the order and looked at the blond again. "Anything more?" He was met with Terus signature, charming smile "Ah, your name please."
No, Akane wasn't surprised by this at all. A typical teru move.. "Not on the Menu.." With that, the Auburn haired male went back behind the counter, preparing the black coffee.
In the meantime, more people came into the small shop. He handed Sakura the cup of coffee "for table number eight... I'll just take the others off the other three costumers."
When Teru received his coffee, he looked a little disappointed. Where was the cute barista? His eyes wandered across the shop, looking for him in every corner till he finally spoted him, taking the order of a brunette woman.
Sometimes, Akane would steal little glances to table number eight, which was the table Teru sat at. He really couldn't understand what others saw in him... However, when Teru signalized that he wanted to pay, Akane made his way over to the desk.
Teru gave him a small wink "Tipping for the cute barista" All this flirting made Akane roll his eyes. He wasn't one of those giggly first year girls from highschool who would've melted right on spot if Teru only looked at them, no he would never stoop that low.
Finally 8am rolled around and Akane could finish off his first shift of today. The coffee shop was completely empty as He cleaned off the tables for the new costumers that will eventually come.
He cleaned table number one, then two and three... When he got to table number eight, the last table that's been used today, he noticed something strange.
A small piece of paper, neatly folded beside the menu. And without thinking twice, The Auburn haired male took the paper and quickly put it inside his pocket.
Maybe this was weird but his curiosity just got the better of him.
⋆⭒˚.⋆☕ྀིྀི☆⋆⭒˚.⋆☕ྀིྀི☆⋆⭒˚.⋆☕ྀིྀི☆⋆⭒˚.⋆☕ྀིྀི
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