firstly: this is a very specific prompt and you know what thank you friend vague prompts are fun but thinking is hard sometimes
secondly: i think the message was cut off?? but i get the general idea don’t worry
thirdly(?): i know the feel bro
Nico lounged at the cafe, his leg propped up on the seat in front of him as he sipped leisurely on his bitter coffee. His taste buds had long since burned off, so the bitter taste was like licking a penny, basically. Why drink bitter coffee when sweeter options (mainly sugar) are available? Because he had an essay to submit that was due at midnight tonight for some stupid thing his boss was promoting. And since he was ‘hip and new,’ (translation: 'young and easy to pin the blame on if the project doesn’t work’), that meant he absolutely, positively had to do it. And he hadn’t even started it.
The blonde guy walked into the cafe, his pretty blue eyes scanning the place before resting on Nico. Nico, who sat in the same place every single day (the small two-person table by the entrance), wondered why the dude even had to look around. “Saving a spot for me?” he asked, motioning to Nico’s leg.
He took a sip, savoring the bitter taste. And then he looked up at the dude, letting the corners of his mouth quirk up. “Absolutely not.”
“As bitter as always, I see,” the guy responded, Nico’s attitude in no way bothering him. After all, it was like this every day.
“As chipper as always. How sickening.” The guy laughed, giving Nico one last annoyingly dazzling smile before going to the counter, where the barista was watching them like this was the most interesting thing that had happened all morning.
“I’ll have the carmel frappicino with hazelnut syrup and a crap load of whip cream.” The guy had a total sweet tooth. Nico liked his coffee bitter, you know, to match his resting bitter facial expression and bitter voice. Maybe this guy liked his 'coffee’ sweet because he was sweet. Not that Nico frequently thought of the guy at the cafe as sweet. Because he definitely didn’t do that.
“I’ve gotta run today,” the guy said, giving Nico a salute on his way to the door. “Make sure to save me a seat next time, too.”
“Don’t count on it,” Nico responded, taking another sip of his coffee, his eyes following the guy on the way out. There was a split second of a pause as the guy opened the door, looking back at Nico with a soft smile. And then he left. Leaving Nico with a nice and fuzzy feeling in his stomach that the bitter coffee couldn’t wash away.
It was disgustingly crowded today. Normally, the cafe was quite empty with the occasional large group of high schoolers, but since some big shot celebrity visited, the place now was beyond crowded. And yet. Nico still managed to get in his usual seat, propping his foot up on the seat across from him. Several people had come up to him asking to sit down, and every time he said the same thing: “Sorry, I’m saving this seat for a friend.” Which was a lie, of course.
And then chipper frappicino boy walked in, looking at every face before looking at Nico. Seriously. He must know by now where Nico sat. “It’s a bit crowded today isn’t it?” he asked, leaning in so Nico could hear. He didn’t answer. “Well, it seems like you saved me a seat anyway, so I guess I don’t have to worry,” the guy said, winking at Nico before continuing to the counter.
“Hey, I didn’t-” Nico tried to say, but then stopped because he realized the guy probably couldn’t hear him anyway, and if he let the guy sit, then maybe he would stop getting glares from some angry business lady who was wearing five inch heels and a pantsuit. “Whatever,” Nico muttered, taking a sip of his ever so bitter coffee.
As the guy approached Nico’s table, Nico sighed heavily (and audibly - and dramatically), dropping his leg from the chair across from him. The guy raised his eyebrows, sitting down in the seat. “Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually let me sit here.”
“Are you kidding? I’m not rude. And besides.” Nico’s eyes flicked to the angry business woman. “She keeps glaring at me because I turned down her request to sit there. Maybe she’ll stop now.”
“The truth comes to light.”
“Oh, shut up.” Nico took another sip from his coffee, narrowing his eyes at the sugar monstrosity the other guy had in front of him. “How do you even drink that?”
“What, this?” the guy asked, poking his straw in the whip cream. “I don’t know. It’s sweet. I like it. What do you drink?” he asked, taking the straw out and licking off the whip cream.
“Black.” The dude practically choked.
“You mean you don’t put sugar or milk in it?”
“How? That’s basically drinking roasted bean juice.”
“When you put it that way…” Nico trailed off, thinking about it for a second. “Actually, I accept that. Roasted bean juice.” He took a sip, watching the guy gag in a quite entertaining manner. “I’m Nico, by the way,” he said, nodding his head.
“Oh, I’m Will,” Will said, taking his lips off the straw, whip cream sticking on his upper lip. Nico nodded, deciding not to say anything because as well as being bitter, he was an asshole. Nico drank the rest of his coffee in silence, his eyes focusing on Will’s face, which was very freckly and nice. And kind of grew red the more Nico stared, but that’s beside the point. Also beside the point was the fact that Will never noticed the whip cream smeared on his lip.
Nico finished his coffee, standing up from his seat and throwing the cup away in the garbage bin. “It was a pleasure.” He paused for a second, looking down at Will freckly and red and nice face. “Next time, save a seat for me.” Will’s nice face grew even more red as his bright blue eyes widened.
As Nico started to walk out, he stopped, turning back to Will. “Oh, and, you’ve got something right here,” he said, pointing to his lips. Will wiped his lips quickly on his arm, looking back up at Nico.
“Don’t count on it,” Will said, taking a sip of his sugary drink. “On me saving you a seat I mean,” he added, giving Nico a wink and a slightly crooked grin.
Nico left the crowded cafe with a warm and fuzzy feeling in his stomach that probably had nothing to do with his bitter coffee.
(it’s short I’m sorry)
do you know how hard it is to type right now
i feel like my writing style in this is just. so different??? how does one keep a consistent writing style
Thanks for the prompt!!!