Okay, I think I may have gone a bit over board with this ask Pixie! Lmao. Like you said, I’m not overly fond of Asahi but I hope you enjoy this none the less. <3
The aroma of rich coffee wafted through the building in the early hours of the morning. The smell pierced though the foggy veil of sleep with the bitter yet smooth, rich scent of roasted beans. There was also a subtle sweet scent of vanilla and caramel in the mix. The pleasant smell wafted, dancing through the air. It was such an invigorating odour that left a lingering taste on the tongue, a craving if you may.
Asahi never thought much about something as simple as a cup of coffee, but that all changed on one fateful day. He was out, dropping off resumes and in search of employment, which wasn’t doing well. Let’s just say the ‘wild’ look that Asahi had, did not appeal to potential employers. The rain was sudden, catching Asahi off guard as he used his messenger bag as a make-shift umbrella. Hurrying, he rushed through the streets in search for cover. The coffee shop was the closest, the most convenient to him.
That’s the day that changed everything for Asahi. Stepping into that little, quaint coffee shop must have been the best day of his life. That was the day he met you. You were the main barista, the only child of the owner. You were the one who was working that day Asahi stumbled into the shop. Worrying about how drenched he was and how he would catch a cold if he didn’t dry off and get warm. He can still remember the taste of the warm cup of coffee you had made for him, to warm his cold body. This left Asahi in a flustering mess, due to your kindness.
That was the only beginning of what started out as a beautiful friendship. After that day, Asahi would find himself at your father’s shop after a long day of job searching with no luck. You would be there, a hot and delicious cup of coffee in your hands for him. There you both would chat, talking about everything and anything. That was until time was running thin for Asahi. The money he had started to dwindling to nothing and potential job offers were slim. That was the day you said something amazing, the day that was just as amazing as the day he met you.
“How about working here? You’re here enough, and well, I wouldn’t mind the extra help.”
That’s how it began, how Asahi began working at the coffee shop. It was a lot harder than he had expected, not understanding what you had to do behind the scenes of being a barista. Though he came to enjoy being at the shop at the brink of dawn with you, as you both began to start the day. He had come to enjoy the astonishing scent of coffee. He was starting to get the hang of all the machines that came with being a barista. He was also coming to terms in memorizing all the specialty drinks and the lingo that came along with the job. Never had he expected coffee to come in so many varieties. Sure, he still messed up orders and messed up on certain drinks, but you were patient with him and showed him step by step. Even the costumers were patient with him, which was something new.
Today was like any other, both you and Asahi were opening up for the day, the shop filling with the familiar scent of coffee. Asahi had finished wiping down the small round tables as he turned to look at you. You were behind the counter, clipboard in hand as you continued doing the daily inventory. One hand pushed some stray hair behind your ear, tapping the end of the pencil against your lip as you looked at the stock on the shelf. A small smile graced Asahi’s features without his knowing, a regular occurrence for him when he caught sight of you.
He didn’t know when it happened, when he began to see you more than a friend. You had helped him in so many ways that Asahi didn’t even know where to begin to repay you. You were kind, gentle and patient. You were soft spoken, yet confident in your thoughts and words. You were amazing to Asahi. Maybe he was always attracted to you, since the first time he laid eyes on you, he just didn’t know it.
Asahi’s face burned red in embarrassment when you caught his eye, a smile breaking out on your face. He spluttered out that he finished cleaning, flailing his hands at the tables around him in an awkward manner. The gentle laugh you emitted made Asahi’s stomach twist and tumble in a gymnastic-like routine.
“Thanks, I think we are almost ready to open up.” You stated, putting down your clipboard and grabbing two of the mugs that were hanging on the hooks behind you. “Should we have a cup of coffee before we open up?”
“Sure.” Asahi agreed, putting the cloth he was using away, seating himself on one of the comfy couches that lined the window.
You began working, the motions were like clockwork to you now. Asahi watched as you filled the two cups. You always seemed to make the perfect coffee for him. Sweetening it just enough to remove the bitter bite, but not too sweet by any means. He thanked you as you sat down next to him, bringing the mug to your lips. Asahi watched you take a tentative sip, avoiding burning your lips and tongue.
“Seven Months,” you spoke, causing Asahi to pause in mid sip of his own drink.
“What?” Asahi arched a brow, unsure what you meant by your statement.
You smile, rubbing your thumb along the lip of your white ceramic mug. “It’s been seven months since you walked through that door during the sudden rain pour.”
“Has it been that long already?” Asahi asked in surprise, a small chuckle following his statement. He never expected time to pass by so fast, but time always seemed to fly by when he spent it with you. “Best day of my life was that day.”
“Oh?” You watched as Asahi’s eyes widened, the red blush reaching up to the tip of his ears. “And what do you mean by that Asahi?” You placed your cup on the table as you turned your body to look at him.
“I-I, err…” Stammered the male, “you weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“But I did, so what do you mean it was the best day of your life?” You pressed, curious in why that particular day was the best of his life. Did something happen after you met him, because it couldn’t have earlier that day, after what he had told you.
Asahi rubbed the back of his neck, with one hand as he set his own untouched coffee on the table. He didn’t know where to begin or what to say without making things awkward. What if you thought he was being weird, or creepy? Would that change things between you two? What if you felt so uncomfortable that you had him fired? There were just too many things that could go wrong.
“Asahi?” Your voice was gentler now, placing a hand on his arm in a reassuring manner. “Sorry, I shouldn’t press you if you don’t want to talk about it.”
The worlds tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think of what he was doing. Just seeing your saddened expression broke down any walls Asahi was attempting to build. “It was because thats the day I met you!” His hands clapped over his mouth in a hurry as his eyes widened.
You were not expecting him to say that as you looked at him with wide eyes. Feeling the warm feeling run along your cheek was the tell-tale sign of a blush as you pressed your hands to your cheeks.
“Sorry, I don’t want to make it awkward or anything. Please forget what I said!” Asahi clenched his eyes closed, not wanting to see what type of expression you had. He could just imagine what look you would give him.
“Asahi.” You placed a hand on his arm once more, making him open his eyes and look at you. Startled to see a sincere smile on your features as the slight negativity that nagged him began to disappear. “Can I tell you something?”
“O — of course you can!”
The red hue on both yours and Asahi’s cheeks grew darker as you leaned forwards, closer to Asahi as you spoke in a hushed whisper.
“That is the same reason I remember that certain date,” you smiled as Asahi began to register what you said. He caught onto your statement as he looked at you in shock. Before he could say anything, you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his.
Asahi’s heart hammered against his chest, the butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t sit still. He wondered if his hands were as clammy as he though they were, but even so he wouldn’t change this moment for anything. He reached upwards, hand cupping your face as you both continued to kiss. Pulling away after a moment, you both looked at one another and smiled. Thats the moment you both concluded would be the second best moment of your life.
The moment that the smell of coffee turned into a bitter, yet smooth and rich taste that lingered on Asahi’s lips.