“Hey, man,” the barista said with mirth, pulling Langa away from his thoughts, “What can I get started for ya?” A small smirk graced his features, and his eyes twinkled and – He was undoubtedly the type of person that lit up a room as soon as they entered it, Langa had decided. The hair was enough to make him stand out, but more than that, this man had a presence that you couldn’t help but to notice. Though he wasn’t the most observant person out there, he was sure that this was the first time he had seen this particular worker. His red hair looked unbelievably vibrant against the muted, earthy color scheme of the shop, and his eyes lit up the moment they caught Langa’s own. It took him at least two hours and caffeine before he felt some semblance of functionality creeping into his body.īefore he even realized it, Langa had already made it up to the register and was met by a barista that he had never seen before. How people managed to be so talkative and awake at this hour – coffee or not – was truly beyond his comprehension. The familiar smell of coffee beans and warm vanilla filled his nose as the door swung shut behind him, and the whirring of blenders and the chattering customers always managed to break Langa out of the zombie-like trance he was often in this early in the morning. The bells above the door sang as Langa pushed through the front door of the shop. He wasn’t an excessive spender anyway but seeing the money drain from his account still stung a little bit. And having less spending money was a sacrifice he was willing to make. But, as his mother would often remind him, most good things don’t come without sacrifice. Was this habit good for his bank account? No. (Or any time he needed a pick-me-up.) There was absolutely no way in hell he would be able to survive his three-hour math class without having coffee first. So, it came as no surprise that Langa stopped by the coffee shop every Monday morning before class. There were two universal truths for college students that Langa had come to realize during his first semester: ‘8 AMs’ were a product of Satan himself and coffee (or any form of caffeine, really) was man’s true best friend. Part 1 of Where Have You Bean All My Life? Next Work →Īnd they were Sk8 Mates, fics that give me life, Best of Renga Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 22,483 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 155 Kudos: 1,275 Bookmarks: 187 Hits: 15,065 he’s been flirting with you this whole time. probably going to be full of cliches but i'm not sorry about it.Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés.Alternate Universe - College/University.Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom.Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.
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