Summary: You’re a barista in New York City, and a cute new customer has started coming to your coffee shop to work on his drawings. You begin to develop a connection with the man, who you discover his named Gerard…….but, then, tragedy strikes.
You’d just started working at a cute, mom-and-pop coffeeshop
in the big city. You loved the smell of beans roasting and bagels baking in the
morning when you walked in. It was kind of hard to learn how to make all the different
kinds of drinks, especially when you always had a long line. But, so far, you
still thought it was a pretty cool job. You even got free coffee once in a
You watched the man at the furthest table from the counter
out of the corner of your eye as you prepared a cappuccino. He was handsome,
with long, dark hair and hazel eyes that you wished would glance your way. He’d
started coming here almost every day recently, ordering a single latte and then
sitting in the corner for hours, bent over his sketchbook. You were curious as
to what he was working on, but you didn’t want to bother him. He seemed really
shy, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him anxious.
“Hey, Y/N, can you go wipe the tables while we’re not busy?”
your boss asked. “I’ll finish that cappuccino for Mrs. Benson, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” you nodded, and grabbed a rag. The
rush was going to start soon, and so this was the only time today you’d have
time to do this. You started at the first table, wiping away donut crumbs and
spilled espresso. Most of the tables weren’t that dirty, so it didn’t take you
long. Soon, you were at the table beside the one where the raven-haired man
You craned your neck as you scrubbed, trying to sneak a peek
at his drawing. He didn’t seem to notice you were there. He was completely absorbed
in his work, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he inked over a
pencil line with laser-like focus. You saw that the sketch depicted a cartoon
monkey eating pancakes.
“It’s so cute,” you said softly, unable to resist a smile.
The man jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly startled.
His knee knocked the table when he bolted, sending his latte tumbling to the
floor with a splash.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” you gasped. “Let me get a mop and
clean that up for you!”
“It’s ok, it’s my fault,” the man said quietly, grabbing a
napkin from the dispenser and bending down to wipe up the spill. “I, uh, didn’t
see you over there.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized. “I just
thought your drawing was really good.”
“Oh, well, um, thank you,” the man blushed. “I actually work
at Cartoon Network, and the sketch is part of some concept art for a show idea
I’m about to pitch to them, called The
“That’s so cool!” you beamed, impressed. “I’m Y/N, by the
“I’m Gerard,” the man introduced. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” you smiled. “Listen, I feel really
bad for making you spill your drink. I can get you a new latte on the house, if
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Gerard waved his hand.
“I don’t have to,” you agreed. “I want to.”
“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble with your manager?”
“Yeah, it should be fine,” you assured him. “I’ll go get one
for you right now. And good luck with your pitch!”
“Thanks,” Gerard smiled, playing with a lock of hair
nervously. You found him even cuter now that you’d have the nerve to talk to