the man without a shirt
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rated t | 333 words | no cw | tags: modern au, barista Eddie, barista Robin, Eddie has a crush on Steve, implied getting together
☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️
The man is hot, okay? He’s always shirtless and sweaty and hairy and Eddie’s just a man.
“Taking my break!” He yells to Robin, who knows immediately what his break is going to entail. He grabs his iced coffee off the counter and books it outside so he can catch the show.
“3, 2, aaaaand,” Eddie smirks as the guy runs around the corner. “Impeccable timing.”
He leans against the building, acting as casual as a person can when watching some kind of Roman god exercise. He’s ascending to another dimension, his imagination almost dragging him away from the present entirely, when heat spreads across his chest.
It burns. Bad.
“I’m sorry!” A man is flailing in front of him.
Eddie waves him away. The burning is already so far from his concern.
The guy is running right in front of him. He can’t miss this. He works here for this specific purpose. Okay, the free coffee and Robin constantly embarrassing herself in front of hot women are also advantages. But this is definitely the main thing.
He always manages to appear casual enough that the guy doesn’t seem to notice him on his jog. But this time, the guy must’ve noticed the ruckus of coffee spilling all over him. He turns his head and winks.
He winks? He winks. Right at Eddie.
“Man, that guy needs a shirt,” an old woman says from one of the cafe tables.
Eddie looks at her, disgusted. “I hope he doesn’t own any shirts and it rains on your croissant.”
The woman gasps, but Eddie doesn’t care.
Nothing can bother him now. He got a wink.
***
“Eddie! Customer!” Robin yells from the front.
“On my break!”
“Customer! For! You!”
He sighs and gets out of the chair he’s been slowly melting into for the last 20 minutes. He makes his way to the front register.
“Can I help you?”
“Medium iced coffee and your phone number?”
It’s the guy. With a shirt on.
Holy shit.















