The bell above the door lets out a soft cheerful jingle when the boy pushes the glass door open, alerting everyone he was in. Josh makes his way around the counter, scanning the current customers and deciding if the cafe was busy or not. He smooths down his tan work shirt as he walks around the corner. He sticks his pin with his name on it on his shirt and wiggles it a bit with his thumb to make it set in place comfortably.

Joshua squeals when he senses someone's hand against his upper back. He knows who it was, as it had happened every damn day for the past three years, and yet, still it comes as a shock to him.

"Dal! Don't do that!" Joshua turns around with a soft squeal and hits his coworkers shoulder, stifling a laugh.

"Man, it never gets old." He snorts, walking to the coffee machine to continue with the beverage he was making. Joshua goes about getting orders, making them right beside Dallon.

The two boys loved to mess with people by spelling their names wrong on purpose. The customer's reactions were pure gold, the harsh words and insults were totally worth it. Fucking around like that was the only form of entertainment in their exhaustingly boring job.

"How the hell did you managed to spell Kyle so wrong?" A man sounding quite confused yaps. He turns around quickly, seeing Dallon holding a laugh in. The short man turns his cup around to see 'Kiele' written in bold but sloppy letters. "It's not even a rare name! Are you illiterate?"

Josh laughs while turning around, letting Dallon have the pleasure of dealing with a fuming customer. It was a slow day so he decided he would clean the machines and get it over with. He had all the supplies out when he hears a harsh 'plop' sound behind him. He quickly turns around, thinking someone had dropped their coffee.

"I'll clean i- Dal what are you doing?" He eyes his bag that was now dumped on the counter.

"Dude who fucked up your camera." Dallon hisses, forehead creasing from fury, knowing how much Joshua adored his camera,

"Some man at the park. I'll just... replace it, I guess. It wasn't his fault." Joshua sighs, a small glint of sadness flashes in his eyes "Dude, put it back, you know that you can't put anything on the counter beside coffee."

Dallon pushes Josh's bag down rolling his eyes. He didn't give a shit about the hygiene standards because all of the customers were conceited hipsters with silver spoons up their indie arses.

"Josh, this took you two years of saving up to buy. How are you so calm?" Dallon carefully sets the broken camera down, sifting through other stuff he had spilled on the counter. "I would've...I would've beaten that man's face in!"

"It's fine." Josh insists, leaning over the counter to drop all the cleaning supplies. Josh quickly stuffs the remaining items back into his bag afraid that Dallons act could be caught on camera. Dallons eyes come across the small black card. He picks it up off the counter, eyes quickly scanning it.

"What, so now you carry random business cards?"

"Thought it might be useful someday." Josh adjusts the bottles in case gravity decides to be a bitch.

"You buy a lot of stuff you think will be useful one day, but we both know very well you'll never use it." Dallon points out, Josh's lips pursing up in discontent.

"Like what?" he rolls his eyes, fingers tapping against the counter with annoyance

"You bought a baseball bat! You don't even play." Dallon jokes.

"What if someone breaks in!" Josh sputters in defense, palms sassily splayed across his chest.

"Dude, no one's ever going to steal from you," Dallon states a little too loud, causing a few weird glances from around the cafe.

"You don't know that!" Joshua hisses back, not wanting to lose the 'argument' even though they were merely joking around.

"You have nothing worth stealing," Dallon flashes the boy a smirk forcing a soft laugh from Josh's chest

They both laugh, a wheeze coming from the younger boy.

"And this, this is why I love you." Josh gestures, his other hand wipes the tear from under his eye. He was so glad to have company at his job or else he might be bored to death. Sleeping on the job didn't seem very appealing to the boss even though he had caught his bald eagle-looking boss passed out on his desk like the lazy slob he was. Josh watches as Dallon puts everything back in his bag. Right as Josh's fingertips feather over the bag, the taller man raises it above his head. Josh whines, jumping and not able to reach the bag

"C'mon grab it, you shortie!" Dallon teases, knowing Joshua didn't get easily offended. He always messed with the boy's height. Even though he wasn't short at all, and they both knew he was an average height, Dallon was taller than most people.

"Are you gonna have to climb on the counter again, little guy?" Dallon laughs, watching as Joshua continues jumping like a little duckling at the border of the sidewalk.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" He retorts, smiling widely.

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Josh shifts his tired glance toward the clock on the wall, sighing about the fact that only a few hours had passed. He was stuck here for another two hours. The sky starts to fade as it gets darker and the sun's rays lit up the darkening sky, The clock strikes 6 pm.

"Alright, someone just spilled their damn drink so I gotta go clean it," Dallon announces while plopping the current cup of coffee he was working on in front of Josh.

"Call this out for me, please." He quickly gestures to the large cup of coffee before reaching for the roll of towels.

"Sure thing," Josh mumbles, growing tired as he looks around the nearly empty cafe with droopy eyes. The bell chimes obnoxiously as someone leaves the shop, causing Josh to groan with frustration because he wished it was him on his way to his warm home.

Josh's eyes trail down to the freshly warm cup in front of him, his soft eyes scanning the dark letters across the sleeve that read 'Taylor'.

After calling out the name rather loudly, to gain everyone's attention, no one shows up. He rereads the large-lettered name several times to make sure he had it right and he indeed did. He even slowly glances around to see if anyone's name looked like it might be a Taylor.

"Uh... Taylor?" Josh's voice is rather timid as if he didn't want anyone to hear it which completely defeated the purpose.

It only then comes to Josh's attention that Dallon has decided to play his little game. Josh sighs in relief when the bell rings again, meaning there was one less person for him to evidently embarrass himself in front of.

The boy calls out the name two more times, hoping someone would claim the large beverage even if it wasn't theirs

Josh jumps hearing a masculine voice behind him. He turns slowly to see a man leaning against the counter, slouching a tad, staring at Josh with a 'are you fucking serious' expression on his face.

"Can you read?" the man grumbled, his tone harsh. The brunet was clearly pissed. Josh nods quickly, his tongue moves back as he swallows his saliva thickly. Josh is confused as to why he is being questioned.

"Okay because there damn well ain't a Taylor in here." his hands slide into the pockets of his hoodie.

Josh's gaze darts down at the name and in seconds he realizes the problem. With a quick and quiet 'sorry', the boy apologizes, his eyes burning a hole through the counter as he tries to hide his embarrassed face.

"Is this," Josh manages to lift his head up to look the man into the eyes "Is this y-your drink?"

"Well considering Taylor is quite close to my name, I'm going to assume so." The man chuckles, Josh shortly realizes there was a hint of familiarity within the man.

"Have a nice night, sir," Josh mumbles as the man heads to the exit with his less warm cup clutched in his hand

"You too," the man flashes a warm genuine smile to Josh, his hand resting on the door handle loosely "Next time don't mess up my name, okay, honey?"

And with a subtle wink, the man turns around leaving Josh even more embarrassed than he was before. At least now he doesn't feel like complete garbage since the man didn't seem like he was mad at him for not being able to spell his name correctly.

The boy behind the counter watches the man pull his hood over his head, concealing the fluffy locks and part of his face from the harsh weather outside.

And, of course, after Josh deals with the embarrassment, Dallon decides that it's finally time for him to make his return.