Warning::
Pretty sure there is only one swear.

Virgil sighed as he looked around the small coffee shop. It would be a nice place to work at, if he wasn't so busy with his other job. There were different styled painting in floral picture frames, and the walls reminded him of pop art with all the bold colours and even the poke-a-dot wallpaper. Around the edges of the room, a wall was filled (at the back) of the rounded stalls you would see in the old movies, and another wall filled half way. There were tables and chairs scattered evenly around the room with the same theme as the rest of the cafe. The open bar was a shiny red desk top with a beachy-wooden-plank design going down from the top, reaching the floor. The front of the cafe was one large window, giving off the natural glow around the room. (Old fashoned lamps were on the walls for when it got to dark outside.) Along the bar desk, there was a cash-register, a few coffee pots and other drink matchinery. Some fake plants were even displayed aswell. There were chalkboards behind the till of all the menus.

It was a petite shop, but beautiful and gave off a walm vibe.

"-il?"
"-irgil?"
"Virgil?"

He snapped out his thoughts and turned his head back towards his two friends. They were currently in one of the rounded stalls with a medium sized circular table. His friend's tilted their heads at him and Virgil couldn't help but feel judged.

They were quite tall compared to him and one was even growing a moustache. To be fair, if it wasn't for the fact they weren't his type, he would say their quite hot. One? Remus. The other? Damian.

"Yeah?"

"We're you even listening? What were we talking about?"

Virgil stammed before he quickly remembered what they were talking about before he went into his own world.

"The... um... That we're gonna hang here till lunch before we have to go somewhere, to then go somewhere else to make our way to pick Damian's baby sister up from nursary?"

Damian sighed before resting his head into his palm as he lent onto the the table. "No... but atleast we know where you zoned out at."

Sighing yet again, Virgil pulled out a pen and pulled out a scrap piece of paper from his small book bag that was on the seat beside him. He placed the paper flat onto the table and started doodling. Their conversation didn't effect him, he was already loss on it. He started moving the ball-tip-pen gentally against the paper making smooth strokes. He let his hand do the first few moves before he desided what to turn the lines into. He turned it into a monster. Not any moster, a demon. Thin and bony, but flesh slowly tearing off. The eyes just looked like sockets, but they were holes that went straight to the middle of the skull. It was running, and extending his hand toward him, even if it had no escape.

"What you drawing?"

"A demon." He shuffled the paper towards his two friends as they inspected it.

"That's neat."
"I would date that."

Virgil and Damian looked towards Remus with confusion and shock, damian even raised his eyebrow; Damian even raised his eyebrow with a slightly amused gleam.

"What? It's slightly hot and if I ever do go to hell, I want to be able to walk gay into the arms of my Demon and raise hell together. Also the fact you can't draw those cheek bones and jaw like that and expect me not to comment."

Damian rolled his eyes as Virgil pulled the picture back to him, very concerened about Remus' thoughts. He looked down at his drawing again and noticed exactly what Remus ment... the jaw and cheek bones were sharp. He too rolled his eyes before scribbling his name onto the corner of paper and pushing it to the middle of the table and leaving it there. He didn't need or want it. It can either please or disgust the next witnesses to come by this table.

Leaning back into the cushioning of the rounded stall, Damian and Remus paused their conversation and looked up at their bored friend.

"Have you tried joining the convo?"

"Why would I care what you're talking about?"

"Touché."

Virgil looked around once again before spotting the tall man behind the till. He looked around 5'9 compared to Virgil's 5'8 (honestly not that much difference, but he could tell the little added height.). His skin was tanned, but still had a slightly pale look to it and his eyes were a bright forest green. His jaw and cheekbones -as Remus would say- were hot as hell!! He wore a red v-neck t-shirt with blue, denim, jeans which really defined his ass. He was wearing the typical, white, apron with a badge that stated his name but Virgil was too far to see the cursive writing.

"That's it. Ohhh~ look at the time~. We got to go."

Even hearing those words, he still couldn't remove his eyes off the hot guy.

"But it's only-"

"We. Got. To. Go." Remus spat through gritted teeth as he slid out of the seats, Damain following after, but Virgil still couldn't move.

As soon as he felt himself be pulled up from his seat, he finally snapped his gaze to the others. "What's going on?"

"We're leaving."

"Why? It's only-"

Remus stammered before quickly shutting Virgil up.

"I-... It's clear your bored so we're gonna get going."

"I-I can stay longer."

"No. We're leaving."

Virgil looked back at the barista just to be met with the green eyes looking back at him. He felt himself get pulled away as he felt the strap of his messinger bag be placed on his shoulder. He was soon dragged out into the bright burning sun of morning and his eyes finally left the man when the glass door shut.

"Why you in such a big time rush?" Virgil giggled as soon they were out of eye shot from the large window.

"Um... just worried about the time?"

Virgil linked his arm with Damian and rested his head onto his shoulder. He hated being the shorter of the group. A walm smile displayed on his lips.

"Did you see that barista? He was hot!"

Remus suddenly stopped in his tracks and gripped Virgil's hoodie, causing the two to jolt backwards.

"He is off limits! You hear me?"

"What?"

"He's. Off. Limits."

"Was that why we left? Cause I was checking him out?"

Remus stepped forward so he was closer to Virgil's face; to be honest, Virgil felt quite intimidated.

"You are not to go near him. Understand?"

"Is it okay to look?"

"Don't even look!"

Virgil gulped just as Remus marched ahead. Damian turned and pulled the shorter close to himas they started walk.
"Honestly, just do as he says and don't get on his bad side."

"Oh sweet eye candy~" Virgil whispered, pouting his bottom lip.

Damian laughed and started pulling Virgil along beside him.

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Virgil once again studied the small cafe as he held the metal straw between his fingers and had to tip pressed against his bottom lip. He soon learn the cafe was an eco-friendly cafe that used paper straws, but gave you a metal straw to keep if you payed a little extra. He was currently sipping on a chocolate milkshake as he wandered his eyes across all the design. Sometimes he wonders if the owners made it look like this because they thought it was cute or to show their love of art and movement. He was sat alone with and open folder over full with information and photo of art movements for his collage work. He looked back down at the folder before taking a small sip of the cold, chocolate milkshake.

"Are you Virgil Smith?"

Virgil looked up to be met with the forest green he desired to see. But as soon as be sas them, Remus' words burned through his mind, shooting his head down to take a longer sip of his drink.

"H-how do you know my name?"

"I saw the drawing you left when you were last here. You're very good."

"Thanks."

Virgil sunk into his chair more, but felt his heart skip a beat when he noticed the barista sit across from him.

"I'm Roman."

"Hi Roman." Virgil's voice was soft and he tried his hardest to avoid eye contact. He didn't know why Remus was so keen on keeping him away from Roman, but  Roman seemed like a genuinely nice guy.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem to be trying to avoid me like the black plague."

"I'm sorry." Virgil finally looked up and took in every feature of Roman's face. He really is the hottest guy Virgil had layed eyes on. "My friend said to stay away from you."

Roman lent forwards and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "How come?"

"No idea. He didn't give me a reason and I didn't want to push. And not to make this awkward... you are a piece of eye candy."

Laughing, Roman had a walm smile. Virgil sat frozen at the sound and watched at the orange, evening glow of summer reflected onto Roman's skin and shone in his green eyes.

"Oh really? And what sweet treat would I be?"

Humming, Virgil lent forwards and took another sip of his milkshake as he scanned Roman's features once more.

"Maybe a walm, vanilla, victoria sponge cake with sprinkled sugar on top~. Or even a fresh-out-the-oven, gooey, milk chocolate chip cookie~"

"Ohh~ I'm in the mood for one of them now~" Virgil giggled as he shut the folder infront of him and moved it onto the red, chair to his left. "You're adorable~"

"Me? No. I'm edgy, dark, and threatening."

"Aww~ Cute."

The two laughed as both their cheeks flushed red - Virgil's cheeks a lot more noticeable.

"I need to keep doing orders, but you can come sit with me at the till?"

"I'm quite happy admiring from a far."

Roman chuckled before standing up and making his was back to the till to order up a little girl; probably 7 or 8 years old.

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They carried on doing this for a while - Virgil even going to the extent to ask Roman his schedule so they could always meet up most days and making sure to not go to the little coffee shop when he's with Remus and Damian.

They currently sat at the same, small, red table they had the first day in the same seats. Roman leaning towards the emo while Virgil lent back into the seat.

"Oh- I just remembered and totally wasn't thinking about it last night. You said your friend said you weren't allowed to be near me-"

"Or talk to you."

"Yeah... did you find out why, yet?"

"No."

Roman frowned his brow and looked away before looking back into Virgil's caramel eyes.
"What's his name?"

"Remus. Why?"

"Yeah... I know him." Roman placed his head down onto the table in frustration, causing Virgil to lean forwards and run his hand through Roman's fading, dyed, red hair.

"How?"

"He's um... He's my-"

"Brother?"

In a flash of emotion, Virgil's hand retracted back at the same time Roman shot his head up. Both turning to the open door. Remus looked questionably at Roman before his gaze turned to Virgil; his gaze darkening.

"Virgil? What are you doing?"

"Art?" Virgil stammered.

"Art? You're doing art with nothing infront of you in a shop I said I didn't want you going too? Where I find you sat with my brother?"

"I-I... I didn't know you were brothers-" Virgil hung his head as he pushed his hands under the table and played with the material of his hoodie.

"I still said not to." Remus turned towards Roman and slammed his hand onto the table and lent closer to his brother. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"Remus, you're making a scene."

"So? There's barely anyone here and they don't care, they can go on with their lives. You're supposed to be working. Go."

Roman pouted before getting up from the table and walking to the till. Remus moved into Roman's seat and lent as close as possible he could over the table to Virgil.

"You want to know why I'm here?"

"No...?"

"How long as this been going on?"

"... I only came for a milkshake and we started talking. This morning."

"This morning? Really? Wow..." He lent back into the chair and reached for his phone. "I thought Dee was a liar." He unlocked his phone and pushed it towards the emo. "Explain this if you started talking this morning."

Leaning forwards, Virgil gasped as he looked at the phone. "How did you find that?"

"You know... got bored and wanted to see how your art was progressing."

On the black-cased phone, was a photo of Virgil's art displayed out on his bed. Each page was a different sketch of Roman. Many smilling, others dramatic poses, but the one thing they all had in common, was that Virgil was always in the same seat and Roman was either sat infront of him, or behind the counter.

"How did you find all that?"

"In a black folder on your desk piled under a mess of art utensils."

Virgil lent back and covered his face with his hands. Don't cry. He's mad. Don't cry. He's mad. Don't cry!

"Why? Why, V? If you knew I would be mad at you, why do it?"

"I promise I tried to avoid him, but this cafe is literally 'art' and then he came up to me and tried talking to me so I tried avoiding eye contact but he said he felt like the black plague so I looked and it just kind of happened."

"What 'just kind of happened'?"

Bitting his lip, Virgil lent closer and hushed his voice. "I like him, Re. I can't deny that. I like him and I really really hope he likes me too. I swear at first I just thought he was hot but now I acually like him and I'm such a horrible friend. Brother or not, I should have listened to you."

Remus sighed before standing up. Ignoring the fact Virgil called his name, he marched up to the till and grabbed Roman by the apron.

"How do you feel about him?"

"What?"

"Tell me how you feel about him, and don't lie or I'll tell the parents about the tattoo on your shoulder-"

"Okay! Geez... Christ Remus. Chill."

"How do you feel about him?" Remus yanked Roman closer.

"I like him! Okay? He's nice, and smart, and creative, and funny, and utterly adorable..."

Letting go, Remus slammed his hand down onto the till causing people to turn their gazes. "You better make him happy!" Remus hit the till once again before turning to his friend and pointing at him. "This is because I love you, you strange emo."

"Love you too?"

Knodding his head, Remus once again, marched away and out the glass door. Roman looked around the room before sliding around the till and making his way back to Virgil, this time sitting in the seat next to Virgil instead of infront.

"Do you like me?"

"In what way?"

Roman lent forward with a smirk. "Romantically?"

Virgil's face flushed, refusing to answer, Roman then got it.

"I like you too, sunshine~."