Tord walked into the cafe, the little bell at the top jingling and announcing his appearance. He walked up to the counter, where a spikey-haired, no-eyed man stood.

"Heya," Tord greeted, his gaze flicking quickly to the name tag on the other male's chest. It read Tom.

"What do you want to drink?" Tom mumbled, not in the mood for greetings.

"I'll just have a latte," Tord flashed a smile and let his eyes wander over Tom's body.

Blushing slightly but scowling, Tom nodded. "That'll be $2.48," he said.

"Okay." Tord nodded and handed him 5 dollars, then said quickly, "Keep the change." He winked.

Tom muttered a curse under his breath. "Name?"

"It's T-" Tord cut himself off, a sly look creeping its way onto his face. "It's daddy."

"What?" Tom's 'eyes' darted up sharply. Heat rushed to his face.

"You heard me."

"Your name is not daddy."

"It is in bed~"

"I'm not writing that down!"

"Hm.. y'know, it'd be a shame if you lost your job." Tord raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"You disgust me," Tom grabbed the Sharpie and bit the cap off, spitting it out and writing daddy in shaky handwriting on the cup. He slammed the Sharpie on the counter. "Go sit your ass down so I can get this stupid drink done."

--Time Skip--

Tom stood at the counter, staring at the drink in his hand. I fucking hate this job. He looked up and saw Tord sitting at a small table in the corner, his grey eyes shining with amusement.

The Brit shook his head, disgusted. "Latte f-for.. Daddy?" Tom's voice faltered. All eyes went on him and he squirmed uncomfortably.

"Sorry, what was the name?" Tord feigned innocence.

"Daddy," Tom repeated quietly. He was screaming on the inside.

Tord casually walked over to him and leaned on the counter, grinning. "I-"

"Shut up and take it," Tom shoved the drink at Tord's chest. "Get the hell out before I slap that smirk off your face."

"Got it~" Tord laughed, turned, and left.