"No, but seriously, Frank! I'm fucking Green Day trash," Mikey says, resting his head on his arms.

"Trash?" The guy behind the Starbucks counter looks at Mikey. "Excuse me, but did you say Green Day trash?"

"Yeah," Mikey says nonchalantly.

"Well, as someone who's deeply concerned for our environment, I'm obligated to pick you up. Is seven okay?"

Mikey falls out of his chair, which he had been leaning on.

"Is that a yes? No? Maybe?"

"It's a yes," Frank says for him, looking down at Mikey with a hint of a smile.

"Great! Meet me here at seven," The boy says, walking back to his position behind the counter.

Frank helps Mikey, who is still dazed, up. "Holy shit," he mutters to Frank, who just smirks.

"Told you you were gonna get laid this week! Now you'll even score a boyfriend."

"Shut up!" Mikey scolds, punching Frank lightly in the arm.

His face is red, and when he glances over behind the counter, he notices that his date is blushing, too.