How could I not? It's perfect. This is gonna be a romantic pairing. I might alter how they look, so don't freak out if my characters don't fit your description.
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Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful. I love my life.

As always, Virgil was not enthusiastic to go to work today. Could you really blame him?

Today was Monday, the most unlucky, the most dreadful, the most horrible day of the week. The day that could make clouds cry storms of tears over the countless buildings, the day that could make the most cheerful child wake up sullen and anxious. The day that people wished they could avoid.

And it was early morning. Who wants to wake up at an ungodly hour, get out of the cosy, warm bed, just to go suffer at work? Nobody. No-one wants to work with idiotic humans, who give the most complicated damn orders and expect it to be flawless.

But, alas, Virgil didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

After punching his snooze button, he dragged his body out of comforting fortress of blankets and pillows. After staring blankly at the dark purple wall for a few minutes, he continued his morning routine.

Get dressed, do hair, apply eyeliner and eyeshadow, eat breakfast, brush teeth. It was the same old routine he did every morning, every day, every week.

He grabbed his phone from where it was laying on the kitchen counter and plucked the keys from the little hanger next to the front door. He stepped outside and inhaled a big breath of the crisp, chilly air. It always managed to clear his reeling mind.

He turned back around and locked the door behind him. It closed with a soft click. Virgil plopped in his earbuds and listened to My Chemical Romance- The Sharpest Lives, while he ventured the short distance to the coffee shop on the corner, where he worked.

Sanders's Coffee Shop had a cheerful, busy, and bright atmosphere to it, so it wasn't exactly where Virgil felt completely comfortable. And to add to that, he had to socialize with other people a lot. You could say that it wasn't exactly his cup of tea, or more accurately, coffee. The only upside was that he didn't have to wear a uniform or anything.

He swung the café's door open with a loud bang. Slouching and groaning every 10 seconds, Virgil continued to get the café ready for the early morning rush. The coffee shop had its regulars who came infrequently, and the people that just liked to pop in every now and again.

Virgil was just about to sit down, when the familiar chime of the bell above the door tingled, signalling that a customer had arrived.

Aggggg, really? Whatever, as long as it isn't-

It was.

The universe hates me.

Stepping through the doorway, was one of the regular customers. The most regular actually.

The tall man had dark brown hair with highlights that had been dyed a plum colour. He had a rather muscular build, but still stayed lean. A few strands of his fringe fell slightly into his striking blue eyes, which twinkled on his handsome face. He had a proud nose and a razor-sharp jawline. Plump lips twitched upward.

This man was clothed in fashionable casual attire- light blue jeans, a white button-up shirt, red and white sneakers and a ruby red jacket slung over his shoulders. A silver ring gleamed on his finger.

"Greetings, my chemically imbalanced romance," the man exclaimed, walking over to the counter, his head held high and looked pointedly at Virgil's My Chemical Romance band t-shirt.

Virgil continued to stare at him blankly, not saying anything. Every time this man, Roman, Virgil tries to recall, comes to the coffee shop, he has a new nickname to greet him by. Virgil has just resulted to calling him Princey since it seemed to fit his personality and name so well.

Roman Prince was a charmer, a flirt with a tad of arrogance that could be too much at times. He seemed to very confident in himself and his abilities if his actions and words were anything to go by.

Virgil could see why- he clearly possessed a talent and passion for acting and for theatre. Virgil had not seen Roman in action yet, but people seemed to be smitten with him and his performances. His name continued to pop up everywhere.

Roman Prince, cast as the lead role in -insert some cheesy musical-.

Interview with theatre sensation, Roman Prince!

Roman Prince gives us an insight into the new performance!

Roman Prince this, Roman Prince that. He must have some singing voice if people love him so much.

Virgil's mouth tips turned down as he stared at the being before him. Although he knew who he was and what the actor wanted to have, he still asked:

"Order? And your name too." This might have been slightly rude, but Virgil not in the mood to be polite.

Roman heaved a long, dramatic sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "I would have thought you would have learned my name by now- It's Roman." He started to explain his extravagant, complicated order to Virgil, who could hardly remember anything, but still nodded his head in a manner that resembled a bobblehead, faking that he understood perfectly.

Seriously? Why does he have to make it so complicated? I am honestly going to murder someone today.

When the actor finally finished, Virgil turned his back to him and got to work. Roman sank down on a nearby chair and hummed a melody that was unfamiliar to Virgil, while he stared in nothingness.

After a few minutes, in which Virgil tried, and failed, to recreate the other man's impossible order, he grabbed the styrofoam cups and snatched the black marker on top of the marble counter.

Maybe it was a little petty, but Virgil always spelt Roman's name wrong. It was amusing to watch the flicker of annoyance that flashed on his face. He just wrote Ramen most of the time, but today he was feeling a little more........ creative.

He hastily scribbled the letters on the side of the cup and announced to the nearly empty room that he was finished.

"Princey, your coffee's ready!"

"Great!" The fashionably dressed man jumped off his seat and strode over to Virgil. "I better get a pic of this for my wonderful followers. I mean, if you don't post it, did it even happen?"

Fighting the urge to smirk, Virgil walked around the counter and handed the cup over to his waiting hand. Roman gave him a large smile and positioned his phone at the right angle, snapping a picture. He glanced at his photograph and narrowed his eyes.

"Why in Hades name did you write Beef on my cup?" He drawled, standing up straighter.

"Oops," Virgil said, trying to look innocent. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight- ever. I'm not straight."

Virgil shrugged and pushed his hands into his black and purple hoodie's pockets, trying to stay neutral. Virgil didn't know if he was homophobic or not.

Roman's gaze softened and this mouth twitched upward. "Well, there's one thing we have in common- we're both as straight as a multicoloured rainbow."

A relief, amusement and a bit of what felt like glee spread through Virgil.

I'm just happy that he won't judge me right? It's couldn't be something else.

Virgil looked up at the taller man and have a nod. "Guess we're both in the same boat here."

Roman gave him a lopsided grin and tried subtly to tell him that he didn't have to leave right away. "Well, I don't really have to go right now. I might as well stay and chat. Here, with you." Subtlety was not his strong point.

Virgil shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, sure. Okay."

"Excellent!" Roman leaned against the counter.

The room was filled with silence that was not at all comfortable. Roman was staring at Virgil. Virgil was staring at Roman. Neither of them knew what to say to the other. They didn't really know the other person, nor if they had similar interests.

Desperate to end the deafening silence, Virgil tried making some conversation. "So, uh, I heard you like theatre."

Roman's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and his smile was so large, that Virgil was concerned that he might pull a muscle.

"I love theatre! The costumes, the props, the songs make you feel like an actual prince.
How can I not admire the thrill that you get when the curtains of the stage rise. The feeling of knowing that every person in the room is looking at you, giving you all their undivided attention.
Hoping that, maybe, just maybe, you might inspire someone. That you made their day brighter. That you have an impact on others...That you matter. "

Roman had a blurry, far-off look in his eyes, like he saw a tropical paradise in the distance, like he forgot that he was in a little coffee shop with another person. Virgil thought that he was rather cute when he got excited.

Cute? No, I just meant that objectively. I'm not attracted to him or anything.

Virgil tried to tell himself this, but he couldn't deny that every time Princey stepped through the door, his heart gave a flutter. Or that standing so close to him, made Virgil's cheeks redden, aware of every little aspect of himself. His blood was pumping steadily through his veins.

He made the mistake of glancing down towards Roman's lips. They were quite close, too close, to his own. The two men had moved closer to each other, unaware of them even doing so.

Roman had finished his speech and his gaze had travelled to the other's lips as well. Their faces were mere inches away. Their breathing was synchronised and mingled together.

Roman dipped his head down and captured the pair of pale lips with his own in a soft, gentle kiss.

Virgil leaned into the touch and tangled his fingers in Roman's soft hair. He felt his knees go weak when Roman placed his hand on Virgil's jaw and traced his cheek with his thumb.

Roman pulled away slightly so they could catch their breath. Virgil's cheeks were slightly tinted pink. He found this extremely adorable.

"Well, as much as I would love to stay here all day, I must be going now if I want to be in time for rehearsal." He flashed him a grin and reached over the counter next to him.

He grabbed one of the little scraps of paper and scribbled his details down.
Shoving the note at Virgil, Roman pecked him on the cheek.

"Call me." He gave him a little wink before strutting out the café.

Virgil couldn't help but smile a big, cheesy, grin when he thought of his annoying, charming prince.

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Dang. Sorry I've been gone so long. My muse was silent and real life/exams got in the way. I hope these 1800 words (excluding AN) make up for it. Until next time (whenever that may be), take it easy guys, gals and non-binary pals. Peace out!