𑣲 barista! gaku meets gn! reader for this first time. . and he might be head over heels.
hi! i’m back to writing. i will be taking it slow, tho!
you didn’t mean to say it. honestly, sometimes the words just slip out of your mouth.
“saying goodbye feels like a breakup.” you had joked to the hot barista, lips curving into an awkward yet confident grin. you’ve always been the type who makes strange jokes that don’t quite land every time.
“be safe then, pretty.” he mutters, those striking red eyes of his locking with yours. he doesn’t smile back, unless you count that slight upturn in his lips as one. even without the smile, you ca tell tha the hot cashier with a name tag that spells out ‘gaku’ in bad handwriting is totally, 100 percent into you. if you judge by the way his hands linger on the screen in front of him, seemingly hesitant to let you just leave.
“i will. you too, handsome.” you say back to the man, your head tilting. you give him a wave, walking away and sitting yourself down at a nearby table.
your drink is done faster than the customers before you. it would surprise you, if you didn’t keep a close eye on man— gaku— as he not-so-subtly hurried to make your drink first. when he calls out your name, he says it like a prayer. like he’s savouring every syllable as it rolls off of his tongue.
you grab your drink, fingers brushing lightly with his. you glance down, catching a glimpse of digits written on your cup. you have a feeling you’ll be seeing more of him.