𣲠barista! gaku meets gn! reader for this first time. . and he might be head over heels.
hi! iām back to writing. i will be taking it slow, tho!
you didnāt mean to say it. honestly, sometimes the words just slip out of your mouth.
āsaying goodbye feels like a breakup.ā you had joked to the hot barista, lips curving into an awkward yet confident grin. youāve always been the type who makes strange jokes that donāt quite land every time.
ābe safe then, pretty.ā he mutters, those striking red eyes of his locking with yours. he doesnāt 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 āgakuā 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.
āi will. you too, handsome.ā 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 didnāt keep a close eye on manā gakuā as he not-so-subtly hurried to make your drink first. when he calls out your name, he says it like a prayer. like heās 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 youāll be seeing more of him.