Word Count: 2618
Timeline: Modern AU
Notes: This is inspired by this, which you should look at before reading. Honestly it just made me happy. We need
some Bellarke happy atm.
“How you doing, Blake?” Miller asked as Bellamy strode in,
two minutes early for his shift. As always.
“Good, good.” He muttered. “You?”
“Just wondering how you manage to say the word ‘good’ every
damn morning and make it mean a different thing every damn time.” Miller
smirked, wiping milk froth off of the coffee machine in front of him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” He said, raising an eyebrow, “when you tell me
that you’re good, I can tell exactly how much Octavia is currently stressing
you out, whether or not Echo stopped by, whether or not Echo’s ‘stop by’
resulted in sex, and how much work you did on your college paper last night.”
Bellamy grinned, looking down as he pulled his apron on and
tied it in a quick bow in the front. “You pay this much attention to everyone
you work with?”
“Nah.” He looked up at Bellamy from under his eyelashes.
“But it’s fun to see you blush.”