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@daytonwhite63
20/04/25 (📷 F1)
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Bucky watches, no, he definitely checks Dayton out as he goes back up to the counter to get another drink. He's pretty good looking, someone that Bucky can see himself being attracted to - plus he's funny and Bucky always loves someone who can be funny.
Bucky feels his stomach drop a little when Dayton asks why he's hiding under a ball cap. He knows that it's a normal question to ask - anyone would be curious as to why someone like him would be hiding and trying to make themselves smaller.
He picks up his drink and shrugs, "Could ask you the same thing."
"Touché."
Dayton's quiet for a minute, thinking about what James just said and thinking about the way James just reacted too. Neither of them know each other's story and actually, that's pretty nice because whatever that story is, right now, they both get to be two normal people in a normal place doing a normal thing. And if James really doesn't know who he is... maybe he'd like to be just Dayton for longer. Well, at least a little longer.
"You could say 'm hiding from an ex-girlfriend," he offers and it's not a complete lie, there's always a girl he's hiding from because some of them can't seem to get the hint even after signing a NDA. "Hiding from a few people actually. I don't feel like being available to the people I know today."
Dayton smiles like he understands what James might be feeling like and maybe in some small way he does considering he's hidden under a ball cap a fair few times. Maybe not for the same reason but he gets it, sometimes you need the world to fuck off and leave you alone.
Bucky nods, he knows the feeling. Hiding. He feels like he's always hiding anymore, shying away and staying in the darkest corners of life. It's easier that way. Less likely that people who know his story will find him. Or, at least know the story that's out in the public. Nobody cares about the real story. They just see him as a monster who's killed people - they don't care that he wasn't in control of his own mind.
"Hiding from... People," Bucky says after a few moments. "In general. It's hard. Almost everyone knows everything these days."
Bucky shrugs like it doesn't really bother him, like he's fine with hiding, with never being himself. It's nice that Dayton seems to not know who he is. It brings a sense of peace that Bucky hasn't had the chance to enjoy in a while.
Dayton’s making a face without even realizing it because James is way too fucking right about everyone knowing everything, but this doesn’t seem like the right time to mention he once had a sex tape with an up and coming singer leaked. He clears his throat, smiling sympathetically at that little shrug he knows isn’t actually nonchalant at all. He’s mirroring that shrug as he leans back in his chair, glancing at the stack of incriminating newspapers that’s reminding him he has to get back to reality at some point.
“You look pretty comfortable in here,” he grins. “And while ‘m sure it’s present company that’s the reason for it, maybe this can be your one place you don’t have to hide.”
Dayton notices the barista that served them earlier eyeballing in their direction and he’s grateful that she’s being polite enough to leave them alone at least. He makes a face at James.
“You know, if she doesn’t try to get your number before you leave. I think she likes you.” He jokes with a small laugh.
Bucky looks around the café and nods, "It's a pretty nice cafe. I think I might come back here more."
Bucky follows Dayton's gaze. It's more of a chance that she's figured out who Bucky is, then wanting his number but he let's himself believe for a moment that she could just find him attractive - she's also attractive and Bucky could see himself dating her.
His gaze returns to Dayton, and if he's honest with himself he's more interested in Dayton than anyone else right now. He's not sure if it's a romantic interest or not, but Bucky was liking that Dayton seemed to have no clue who he was.
"Maybe," Bucky says. "Maybe I want to give my number to someone that's not her."
Any other time or place, Dayton wouldn’t have hesitated about taking James home and honestly, he’s not really sure why he’s not doing it now but something tells him this isn’t the time or place. He’s not a stranger to taking someone he just met home and he’s not a stranger to not calling back them the next day either, so this should be a whole lot different so he tells himself it’s because James is a guy and not just some girl. It’s easy with a girl, especially to meet their expectations and move on but this isn’t the same, right?
Instead, Dayton smirks at James’ comment because he’s cocky enough to know exactly who he’s talking about. Reaching for a napkin, he asks the passing barista for a pen and scribbles his number down on it before pushing the napkin across the table.
“Well, now you’ve got a number that’s not hers either,” he winks, standing up and backing towards the door. “Give it a call sometime.”
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Bucky watches, no, he definitely checks Dayton out as he goes back up to the counter to get another drink. He's pretty good looking, someone that Bucky can see himself being attracted to - plus he's funny and Bucky always loves someone who can be funny.
Bucky feels his stomach drop a little when Dayton asks why he's hiding under a ball cap. He knows that it's a normal question to ask - anyone would be curious as to why someone like him would be hiding and trying to make themselves smaller.
He picks up his drink and shrugs, "Could ask you the same thing."
"Touché."
Dayton's quiet for a minute, thinking about what James just said and thinking about the way James just reacted too. Neither of them know each other's story and actually, that's pretty nice because whatever that story is, right now, they both get to be two normal people in a normal place doing a normal thing. And if James really doesn't know who he is... maybe he'd like to be just Dayton for longer. Well, at least a little longer.
"You could say 'm hiding from an ex-girlfriend," he offers and it's not a complete lie, there's always a girl he's hiding from because some of them can't seem to get the hint even after signing a NDA. "Hiding from a few people actually. I don't feel like being available to the people I know today."
Dayton smiles like he understands what James might be feeling like and maybe in some small way he does considering he's hidden under a ball cap a fair few times. Maybe not for the same reason but he gets it, sometimes you need the world to fuck off and leave you alone.
Bucky nods, he knows the feeling. Hiding. He feels like he's always hiding anymore, shying away and staying in the darkest corners of life. It's easier that way. Less likely that people who know his story will find him. Or, at least know the story that's out in the public. Nobody cares about the real story. They just see him as a monster who's killed people - they don't care that he wasn't in control of his own mind.
"Hiding from... People," Bucky says after a few moments. "In general. It's hard. Almost everyone knows everything these days."
Bucky shrugs like it doesn't really bother him, like he's fine with hiding, with never being himself. It's nice that Dayton seems to not know who he is. It brings a sense of peace that Bucky hasn't had the chance to enjoy in a while.
Dayton’s making a face without even realizing it because James is way too fucking right about everyone knowing everything, but this doesn’t seem like the right time to mention he once had a sex tape with an up and coming singer leaked. He clears his throat, smiling sympathetically at that little shrug he knows isn’t actually nonchalant at all. He’s mirroring that shrug as he leans back in his chair, glancing at the stack of incriminating newspapers that’s reminding him he has to get back to reality at some point.
“You look pretty comfortable in here,” he grins. “And while ‘m sure it’s present company that’s the reason for it, maybe this can be your one place you don’t have to hide.”
Dayton notices the barista that served them earlier eyeballing in their direction and he’s grateful that she’s being polite enough to leave them alone at least. He makes a face at James.
“You know, if she doesn’t try to get your number before you leave. I think she likes you.” He jokes with a small laugh.
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Bucky watches, no, he definitely checks Dayton out as he goes back up to the counter to get another drink. He's pretty good looking, someone that Bucky can see himself being attracted to - plus he's funny and Bucky always loves someone who can be funny.
Bucky feels his stomach drop a little when Dayton asks why he's hiding under a ball cap. He knows that it's a normal question to ask - anyone would be curious as to why someone like him would be hiding and trying to make themselves smaller.
He picks up his drink and shrugs, "Could ask you the same thing."
"Touché."
Dayton's quiet for a minute, thinking about what James just said and thinking about the way James just reacted too. Neither of them know each other's story and actually, that's pretty nice because whatever that story is, right now, they both get to be two normal people in a normal place doing a normal thing. And if James really doesn't know who he is... maybe he'd like to be just Dayton for longer. Well, at least a little longer.
"You could say 'm hiding from an ex-girlfriend," he offers and it's not a complete lie, there's always a girl he's hiding from because some of them can't seem to get the hint even after signing a NDA. "Hiding from a few people actually. I don't feel like being available to the people I know today."
Dayton smiles like he understands what James might be feeling like and maybe in some small way he does considering he's hidden under a ball cap a fair few times. Maybe not for the same reason but he gets it, sometimes you need the world to fuck off and leave you alone.
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky is sure the universe is just out to get him today because the guy slides into the chair in front of him without much of a comment about joining him. Bucky wasn't sure that anything would make the guy leave, but the guy's cute so Bucky decides to let it slide.
He shifts in his seat and pushes his ball cap up a little as he slides his metal arm under the table. He's wearing a glove on it, but doesn't want to bring attention to it because it's one of his most well known features and that would give him away.
Maybe, just maybe, this guy doesn't know who he is and would make for good conversation.
"No, I'm not hiding from an ex-girlfriend," Bucky says with a laugh. "Haven't had one of those for a while."
That was an understatement. The last girlfriend Bucky had was before Steve became Cap - many YEARS ago.
Dayton’s really hoping he’s not made a mistake by sitting down with some serial killer because the last thing he needs is to end up on another Netflix documentary- Drive to Survive’s enough. Except the guy laughs and tips his cap up so maybe he’s not so bad and actually, it makes Dayton realize he’s doing a pretty shit job of keeping a low profile. Trying not to draw too much attention to those newspapers he’s holding on to, he lazily tosses them on to a nearby chair, sports pages down so his face isn’t staring up at them.
“Ex-boyfriend?” he ventures a guess, hoping he’s not offended him. “Though I don’t think you’re gonna find either of those stuck under a ball cap or in a quiet place like this.”
Dayton glances around at the two, no three, other people in the other corners of the coffee shop and frowns. “I bet ‘do you come here often’ isn’t a line here, more of a fact.”
Bucky barely spares a glance at the papers the guy tosses aside. He does wonder why the guy grabbed so many, not really believing the story about wanting to read or whatever it was that he said.
"Not for a while," Bucky replies. He wouldn't say that he's ever actually had a boyfriend, but there have been a few guys he's messed around with. Bucky leans back, chuckling as he takes a drink of his coffee. His therapist was right, the coffee was a bit better than what he'd been making at home.
"I think you're right," Bucky says, glancing around. "Not too many people here. I like it better that way."
Dayton’s smirking over the top of his matcha, thinking he probably made the right decision to sit with the stranger in the coffee shop. Briefly, he wonders about the guy’s ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, his own thoughts drifting away to flashes of the one memory he has with his old (and much older) lawyer and when he feels the heat rise on his cheeks, he clears his throat.
“Well, long as we’re the only two people who obviously don’t come here often, you should probably introduce yourself.” He smiles, not bothering to give his name because the guy probably knows it already. Hopefully, he’ll get something he can Google later because he’s giving nothing away, not even a real look at him. Considering he’s a big guy, he’s doing a good job of hiding most of himself behind the table and ball cap.
Bucky finds himself growing more comfortable in the stranger's company, until he asks about his name, which is fair. They had been talking for a few minutes, and normal people usually already exchange names.
He hesitates for a moment, trying to decide what name he wants to give. Bucky was more recognizable, but he hadn't gone by James formally in years. Only his therapist calls him James - and he hates the way she says his name.
"James," Bucky settles on after hitting the awkward moment of silence. Hopefully James would be too vague to really give anything away. "And you?"
“And you?”
Dayton blinks, not really registering what the guy- James- is saying because either he’s a really good actor or he’s being genuine by giving him the chance to introduce himself or he really doesn’t know and that’s just unlikely because everyone knows his name. Either way, he won’t deny it’s nice to be the first person to say his name in a conversation.
“Dayton,” he manages with a wink, offering his hand. “‘S a pleasure to meet you, James. So now we know each other’s names, do I get to ask ‘do you come here often’?”
James might still be a serial killer but Dayton really can’t help being a flirt, he just doesn’t know how to turn it off.
“What’s a guy gotta do to see what you’re hiding under that ball cap? Buy you another cup of sugar?”
Bucky doesn't miss the look of surprise that flickers through the man's eyes before he introduces himself and Bucky wonders why. He doesnt' recognize him and even after he learns that his name is Dayton, it doesn't ring any bells. Bucky extends his hand and grasp Dayton's in a firm grip.
He's pretty sure the man's flirting with him, and Bucky doesn't mind. It's been a while since anyone's turned on the charm for him. Bucky likes it, more than he'll ever really let on.
"I suppose you can," Bucky says, flashing a smile. "This is my first time here."
Bucky takes another swig of his coffee, pretending to think about the offer so that he doesn't overthink it and run out. If anything, this would give him something to tell his therapist on Tuesday.
"Depends on why you wanna see," Bucky says, and cringes as soon as the words are out of his mouth. He's out of practice.
"Curiosity," his grin widens at James' attempt to flirt back. "I know your name, I know you've got a nice voice, I'd like to see if you're as handsome as you sound."
Dayton's not sure if he's overstepping, not sure if he even really wants to go anywhere with this and he's definitely not making any assumptions about what James wants either, but he's got a pretty good idea that they both want to flirt and when has Dayton White ever not flirted? And if James is giving him the opportunity then he sure as hell is taking it. If it starts to go any further... well, he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. If James doesn't know who he is now, he will then.
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky is sure the universe is just out to get him today because the guy slides into the chair in front of him without much of a comment about joining him. Bucky wasn't sure that anything would make the guy leave, but the guy's cute so Bucky decides to let it slide.
He shifts in his seat and pushes his ball cap up a little as he slides his metal arm under the table. He's wearing a glove on it, but doesn't want to bring attention to it because it's one of his most well known features and that would give him away.
Maybe, just maybe, this guy doesn't know who he is and would make for good conversation.
"No, I'm not hiding from an ex-girlfriend," Bucky says with a laugh. "Haven't had one of those for a while."
That was an understatement. The last girlfriend Bucky had was before Steve became Cap - many YEARS ago.
Dayton’s really hoping he’s not made a mistake by sitting down with some serial killer because the last thing he needs is to end up on another Netflix documentary- Drive to Survive’s enough. Except the guy laughs and tips his cap up so maybe he’s not so bad and actually, it makes Dayton realize he’s doing a pretty shit job of keeping a low profile. Trying not to draw too much attention to those newspapers he’s holding on to, he lazily tosses them on to a nearby chair, sports pages down so his face isn’t staring up at them.
“Ex-boyfriend?” he ventures a guess, hoping he’s not offended him. “Though I don’t think you’re gonna find either of those stuck under a ball cap or in a quiet place like this.”
Dayton glances around at the two, no three, other people in the other corners of the coffee shop and frowns. “I bet ‘do you come here often’ isn’t a line here, more of a fact.”
Bucky barely spares a glance at the papers the guy tosses aside. He does wonder why the guy grabbed so many, not really believing the story about wanting to read or whatever it was that he said.
"Not for a while," Bucky replies. He wouldn't say that he's ever actually had a boyfriend, but there have been a few guys he's messed around with. Bucky leans back, chuckling as he takes a drink of his coffee. His therapist was right, the coffee was a bit better than what he'd been making at home.
"I think you're right," Bucky says, glancing around. "Not too many people here. I like it better that way."
Dayton’s smirking over the top of his matcha, thinking he probably made the right decision to sit with the stranger in the coffee shop. Briefly, he wonders about the guy’s ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, his own thoughts drifting away to flashes of the one memory he has with his old (and much older) lawyer and when he feels the heat rise on his cheeks, he clears his throat.
“Well, long as we’re the only two people who obviously don’t come here often, you should probably introduce yourself.” He smiles, not bothering to give his name because the guy probably knows it already. Hopefully, he’ll get something he can Google later because he’s giving nothing away, not even a real look at him. Considering he’s a big guy, he’s doing a good job of hiding most of himself behind the table and ball cap.
Bucky finds himself growing more comfortable in the stranger's company, until he asks about his name, which is fair. They had been talking for a few minutes, and normal people usually already exchange names.
He hesitates for a moment, trying to decide what name he wants to give. Bucky was more recognizable, but he hadn't gone by James formally in years. Only his therapist calls him James - and he hates the way she says his name.
"James," Bucky settles on after hitting the awkward moment of silence. Hopefully James would be too vague to really give anything away. "And you?"
“And you?”
Dayton blinks, not really registering what the guy- James- is saying because either he’s a really good actor or he’s being genuine by giving him the chance to introduce himself or he really doesn’t know and that’s just unlikely because everyone knows his name. Either way, he won’t deny it’s nice to be the first person to say his name in a conversation.
“Dayton,” he manages with a wink, offering his hand. “‘S a pleasure to meet you, James. So now we know each other’s names, do I get to ask ‘do you come here often’?”
James might still be a serial killer but Dayton really can’t help being a flirt, he just doesn’t know how to turn it off.
“What’s a guy gotta do to see what you’re hiding under that ball cap? Buy you another cup of sugar?”
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
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Bucky is sure the universe is just out to get him today because the guy slides into the chair in front of him without much of a comment about joining him. Bucky wasn't sure that anything would make the guy leave, but the guy's cute so Bucky decides to let it slide.
He shifts in his seat and pushes his ball cap up a little as he slides his metal arm under the table. He's wearing a glove on it, but doesn't want to bring attention to it because it's one of his most well known features and that would give him away.
Maybe, just maybe, this guy doesn't know who he is and would make for good conversation.
"No, I'm not hiding from an ex-girlfriend," Bucky says with a laugh. "Haven't had one of those for a while."
That was an understatement. The last girlfriend Bucky had was before Steve became Cap - many YEARS ago.
Dayton’s really hoping he’s not made a mistake by sitting down with some serial killer because the last thing he needs is to end up on another Netflix documentary- Drive to Survive’s enough. Except the guy laughs and tips his cap up so maybe he’s not so bad and actually, it makes Dayton realize he’s doing a pretty shit job of keeping a low profile. Trying not to draw too much attention to those newspapers he’s holding on to, he lazily tosses them on to a nearby chair, sports pages down so his face isn’t staring up at them.
“Ex-boyfriend?” he ventures a guess, hoping he’s not offended him. “Though I don’t think you’re gonna find either of those stuck under a ball cap or in a quiet place like this.”
Dayton glances around at the two, no three, other people in the other corners of the coffee shop and frowns. “I bet ‘do you come here often’ isn’t a line here, more of a fact.”
Bucky barely spares a glance at the papers the guy tosses aside. He does wonder why the guy grabbed so many, not really believing the story about wanting to read or whatever it was that he said.
"Not for a while," Bucky replies. He wouldn't say that he's ever actually had a boyfriend, but there have been a few guys he's messed around with. Bucky leans back, chuckling as he takes a drink of his coffee. His therapist was right, the coffee was a bit better than what he'd been making at home.
"I think you're right," Bucky says, glancing around. "Not too many people here. I like it better that way."
Dayton’s smirking over the top of his matcha, thinking he probably made the right decision to sit with the stranger in the coffee shop. Briefly, he wonders about the guy’s ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, his own thoughts drifting away to flashes of the one memory he has with his old (and much older) lawyer and when he feels the heat rise on his cheeks, he clears his throat.
“Well, long as we’re the only two people who obviously don’t come here often, you should probably introduce yourself.” He smiles, not bothering to give his name because the guy probably knows it already. Hopefully, he’ll get something he can Google later because he’s giving nothing away, not even a real look at him. Considering he’s a big guy, he’s doing a good job of hiding most of himself behind the table and ball cap.
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
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Bucky is sure the universe is just out to get him today because the guy slides into the chair in front of him without much of a comment about joining him. Bucky wasn't sure that anything would make the guy leave, but the guy's cute so Bucky decides to let it slide.
He shifts in his seat and pushes his ball cap up a little as he slides his metal arm under the table. He's wearing a glove on it, but doesn't want to bring attention to it because it's one of his most well known features and that would give him away.
Maybe, just maybe, this guy doesn't know who he is and would make for good conversation.
"No, I'm not hiding from an ex-girlfriend," Bucky says with a laugh. "Haven't had one of those for a while."
That was an understatement. The last girlfriend Bucky had was before Steve became Cap - many YEARS ago.
Dayton’s really hoping he’s not made a mistake by sitting down with some serial killer because the last thing he needs is to end up on another Netflix documentary- Drive to Survive’s enough. Except the guy laughs and tips his cap up so maybe he’s not so bad and actually, it makes Dayton realize he’s doing a pretty shit job of keeping a low profile. Trying not to draw too much attention to those newspapers he’s holding on to, he lazily tosses them on to a nearby chair, sports pages down so his face isn’t staring up at them.
“Ex-boyfriend?” he ventures a guess, hoping he’s not offended him. “Though I don’t think you’re gonna find either of those stuck under a ball cap or in a quiet place like this.”
Dayton glances around at the two, no three, other people in the other corners of the coffee shop and frowns. “I bet ‘do you come here often’ isn’t a line here, more of a fact.”