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While Ethan was used and pretty much immune to the cold by now due to the many winters he’d spent in Massachusetts, he still wasn’t going to deny that he was looking forward to being in Ian’s ever so warm apartment a lot right now. There was just something so calming about getting to stay in after a busy day so as he closed down the salon, checked in with Luna and grabbed something to eat for Ian and himself on his way over, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

Turning the key to Ian’s place never got old to Ethan. It was a privilege to him to have a second home now, one that felt so much like it, too and when he stepped inside, all bundled up in his coat and scarf and his ears and cheeks red from the cold, he was beaming contently. “Honey, I’m home!” He called out jokingly, grinning as he set down the bag containing their food all while toeing off his shoes. “You better love on me, you lucky man because I left the cold outside and brought Thai food instead.”

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“You’ve got it all wrong. I have no qualms with unhealthy, I happen to think it’s healthy to give the body what it craves in moderation. But real ingredients, man. Treat yourself to those once in a while.” The last line was said with a lightened tone, clearly showing his enjoyment in shedding just a touch of judgement back on his friend. Lucas felt his smile return in full when he watched Ethan roll his eyes, he couldn’t recall a time where being around Ethan hadn’t made him feel lighter. It was easy to smile, laugh, and enjoy things around someone who had been a constant in his life for almost all of it – which was a rarity for the older man to have. He lifted his palm up to halt Ethan from refusing, giving a slight shake of his head to let him know that he wasn’t going to win this one. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Lucas agreed with a grin, listening to Ethan as he expressed his taste while waiting his turn at the counter. “I understand, many people enjoy more cream and sugar in their coffee than the actual coffee. At times I add some myself but if it’s really good stuff, I prefer it black.” The male mused along, taking a glance around the coffee shop. “Would you like to secure a table for us? I’ll be right over as soon as I have our morning medicine in hand.”

Ethan let out a small laugh and gave a firm nod. “I try, believe me,” he told him genuinely because after all, Ethan had gotten a lot more mindful about what and how he ate, even more so after getting into his current relationship. It had become a crucial part of his routine when a few years back he tended to skip meals just to grab something terribly unhealthy on the go. Ethan appreciated that Lucas wasn’t lecturing him and simply kept the conversation flowing with ease – it was something he’d always appreciated about their friendship, there was no judgment. He chuckled at the way Lucas immediately stopped him, mostly because it had been expected but also because it was a kind gesture. “Perfect! Though I hope that you’re aware what you’re in for. You have to see this old mug again soon,” he joked. They saw each other rarely anyways due to their busy schedules but Ethan always enjoyed it when they both made time to share a coffee and what was going on in their lives. They stood in line, waiting as they continued talking. “It just never sat well with me. I always need at least a splash of any kind of milk and a sweetener or two. Though I also enjoy it when I get to actually taste the coffee so I don’t go that over board,” he explained with a smile before focusing back on what Lucas was saying. “Oh, yeah – sure!” He agreed immediately. “You’re a true saint on this rough morning,” Ethan pointed out before starting to scan the room for a good table, deciding to go for one by the windows in hopes that Lucas wouldn’t mind sitting there.

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Although Lucas might’ve been slightly more offended by being called sensitive, he realized playing into that one wouldn’t work well for him, but merely seal the notion. He laughed openly at the teasing dig and tilted his head slightly before nodding in agreement, as if to wordlessly say fair enough. “I’d much rather simply eat a piece of pumpkin pie in the fall than drink something so foul. But hey, to each their own – if you don’t mind that there isn’t any actual pumpkin in it, that is your prerogative my friend.” Lucas expressed with a gentle shrug and a grin that conveyed his playful nature. While he was proud to have helped Ethan make up his mind, he felt a little nervous now that the choice could be a disappointment. “It’s on me, that way you can’t complain too much if you’re not a fan.” Lucas insisted while patting himself down for his wallet, retrieving it with a smile and proceeding toward the counter with a few small steps. “You know me, I’m going to settle for the usual. Their house blend is one of the best roasts around and I typically do not feel myself if I don’t start my day without a medium black.”

“Foul?!” Ethan exclaimed after he’d let out a mock gasp and clutched his chest in his typically dramatic manner. “I can’t believe you’d go there, Lucas Andrews. I’m shocked and appalled,” he continued joking with a shake of his head and a broad grin. “Don’t remind me…I feel like artificial flavors have taken over anyways but I try to be mostly good for the rest of the year so I think I deserve a little unhealthy treat every once in a while, even if no one in my life really seems to share that sentiment,” he said with a roll of his eyes, well aware that Ian wouldn’t necessarily approve either. Confident about his choice and Lucas’s suggestion, Ethan hadn’t even considered putting the responsibility on Lucas so when he announced he’d be paying for his coffee, the younger male’s eyes widened. “Don’t be silly! You really don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll be perfectly happy with it,” he attempted to talk his friend out of it but with the way Lucas was already looking for his wallet, there was no way out now so he simply smiled fondly and sighed. “Fine. But in case I do like it, the next coffee we’re getting is on me,” Ethan insisted in return. “Their blends are amazing,” he agreed. “I should honestly try a lot more but I gotta be honest…I’m not big on black coffee. You know my sweet tooth is out of control usually, I can’t help it so some milk and a shot of espresso are enough to keep me awake and happy.”

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lucas-andrews:

Lucas’s pleasant grin became brighter initially, but then he pursed his lips and shook his head delicately as if to refuse the statement offered by his friend. “Oh no– the damage has already been done. You can not take back the judgement, those scars are there forever.” He chuckled, it didn’t phase him whether he was referred to as a snob or a connoisseur. At least he had taste. “As for something with a lot of caffeine and less calories, thankfully this isn’t Starbucks so you can’t do too much wrong around here.” Lucas said with a bit of a grimace upon thinking of all the sugary syrups and artificial ingredients. “May I suggest a macchiato? Their espresso is divine and you can ask for soy if the steamed milk doesn’t sit well with you. You could also get it iced if you’re not interested in a hot drink.”

A genuine laugh escaped Ethan at his friend’s fake offense. “Oh please, we both know you’re just as sensitive as me deep down but even I think you’ll get over it,” he teased jokingly, enjoying the lightness that came with cracking jokes with Lucas. He knew that this’d be the last thing Lucas would take personally and after all, Ethan was merely playing around. At Lucas’s suggestion, Ethan raised an intrigued brow. “That is very true. You know I don’t mind a Starbucks drink every now and then and a pumpkin spice latte is a must in fall but those are definitely not the best or cleanest options,” he agreed with a chuckle and he had to admit, the more Lucas had talked, the more convinced he got. “You know what? You’re a true everyday hero! I think I’ll just have to go with that now that you made me crave it,” Ethan settled with a nod as his eyes scanned the menu once more before looking back at the older man. “Yup, I’m sold. A soy macchiato it is,” he announced with a broad beam. “Did you figure out what you want yet?”

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Getting the last few finishing touches done at the salon was definitely as exciting as it was absolutely nerve-wrecking to Ethan. Working on finally being able to open had been a long, rocky road but he was glad to finally see a silver lining, a dent after all the work he’d put into the place. The past few months, Ethan had worked over time on getting everything in order and the grand opening was getting closer with each passing day. While part of him wanted to freak out about it, he still could barely wait for the time to come and deep down he was sure that it’d all be fine. He hadn’t put so much work into his career for nothing for the past years after all.

Only a few people had the privilege to see a sneak peek of what Ethan’s salon would be. He wasn’t ready to show the world yet and wouldn’t be until those closest to him had given their honest feedback. Ethan was eager to get any kind of review – good or bad – from his friends and family so it came to no surprise that he’d asked the main diva herself, Carmen del Rossi, for her own input. It was always a perk to see her as well so he’d figured they could combine those agendas and meet up at his soon-to-be new workplace. While he waited for her arrival, Ethan couldn’t help but start tweaking a few things that caught his eye, soon finding himself working once again on making his salon as warm and welcoming as he wanted it to be by rearranging some of the plants he’d gotten to break up the otherwise clean and minimalist design.

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