[Aw, hey anon! Sorry to hear about all of that, I hope things get better. Have some ridiculous fluffy Sterek coffeeshop AU.]
Derek’s going to be late. The line is especially long today, and of course, Cute Butt is in front of Derek again. Derek doesn’t actually knows his name (but the barista apparently does, writing a name on a cup and then listening to a ridiculously long order like always), just knows that he has a very cute butt.
And a long coffee order. Derek always gets his coffee and leaves before they call out Cute Butt’s order, so he doesn’t know his name, and one of these days when Derek isn’t in a rush he might actually ask Cute Butt out or something. But today he has to get the coffee order for his law firm and it’s his first day being promoted to associate from junior associate, so.
Normally Derek doesn’t find the long order annoying because he appreciates the extra time Cute Butt takes to decide, change around, and ultimately decide the same order again, to appreciate how cute his butt is (and the rest of him— a nice face with wide eyes, an upturned nose and cute sprinkling of moles).
He’s doing it again, leaning over, ass sticking out right in front of Derek’s face, almost close enough to grab—
Derek doesn’t have time for this; he looks away from the pert butt before he starts daydreaming. “Just get him the quad half caf venti cinnamon sprinkles latte, three pumps vanilla, three pumps hazelnut, extra hot with whip,” he calls out.
Cute Butt whirls around indignantly.
Derek sighs. “You always take a few minutes contemplating the specials, and then asking for a suggestion, but you always get the same thing. It takes forever.”
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