"Ooh, hottie alert. Dibs." Thomas whispered under his breath, just so the man beside him could hear. Alexander looked up, and rolled his eyes. "Not my type." He muttered, his gaze dipping downwards again, to his half eaten cookie.

Now, Thomas didn't love his minimum wage job at a nearby Starbucks, by Princeton University, but sometimes, it was the best he got.

Plus, some attractive customers would slip by sometimes.

This particular one was a shorter male, in a oversized sweater. He walked into the coffee shop, and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cough into.

Jefferson smiled.

Who even owned handkerchiefs anymore?

This boy seemed interesting.

Alex's eyebrows shot up when he got a better view of the man. "Into the short and sick now, Jefferson?" He muttered, a bit too loud for Thomas's likes.

He elbowed Alex in the ribs.

"What can I get you?" Thomas chirped at the boy, a smile on his face.

The boy looked up, and Thomas almost dropped dead. The boy's eyes were gorgeous. Thomas was pretty sure he had a small heart attack.

Didn't help that the other look so small and fragile. Thomas just wanted to hug him.

The boy smiled a bit. "U-um, I'm not positive. What's good?" He asked. It was with the smallest hint of a southern drawl. Thomas wouldn't have noticed it if he wasn't from the south himself.

"Oh uh, the pumpkin lattes are pretty good." Thomas said, noticing that he never even got coffee from the place we worked at.

The boy smiled. "I'll get a small one of those, then," he said with a small nod. Thomas picked up a cup, "alrighty, what's your name?" Thomas asked. The boy blinked, momentarily confused, then realized it was for the cup. "Oh, James."

Thomas grinned.

"James? You sure? It's not like, Chris Evans? Sebastian Stan? Huh. Imagine that. I met a attractive guy today, that wasn't a superstar." He said, a fake troubled look on his face. The boy- James- looked down, a blush creeping up his neck as he smiled. "O-oh. Thank you." He muttered. Thomas winked and went off to make the coffee, kicking Hamilton in the shin as he made gagging noises.

When James left the coffee shop, he looked down at the cup. Instead of seeing his name, he saw a messily written 'Call me', and a scribbled phone number. Along with a winky face James laughed at. He felt his face heating up again.

"Did you give that kid your number?" Alexander asked, a eyebrow raised. Thomas grinned. "Sure did."