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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 years

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Fics With Titles That Start With B (2) Masterlist

part one

Back to Normal (ao3) - iamphanaf (taylorann14)

Summary: When Dan joins Phil on a family vacation to Florida, Phil’s mother thinks they’ve finally gotten together, Dan panics and goes along with it…

Bad Boy Turned Good - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Bad Things - EmrysBeard, somanydestiel

Summary: Dan's an easy target- young, weak, starved of love, and Phil's been watching him for a while anyways. Taking on Dan's case may prove to be a fatal flaw.

Based off of "Bad Things" by Machine Gun Kelly

Because (& Other Words We Use Too Much) (ao3) - readerbeware

Summary: Phil Lester looks for love in all the wrong places.

Because He Loved Him - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan is so hopelessly in love with Phil, that he tries anything to make him notice him. However, one day he manages to mess up everything and discovers something about himself that he hadn’t noticed before.

Believe in Me (ao3) - Elleberquist6

Summary: Dan Howell is living at home while he’s saving money for college, which isn’t easy since his parents don’t understand him. Unlike them, he loves dogs, is a vegetarian, has no interest in the family business, and he despises the supernatural. He struggles to accept things that are illogical, even though he is a kitsune. Kitsune are foxes whose powers involve the ability to cast illusions, but Dan just wants to be normal. Phil Lester has just moved to London, where he works as a dog walker. When his path crosses with Dan, Phil is eager to get to know him. Unfortunately, Phil soon finds that being friends with Dan is far more complicated than he could have imagined.

Better Than Planned (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: Dan and Kathryn take a walk and have a talk.

Bird Watching Club - placingglaciers

Summary: In which it is Dan’s first year at university where he learns a lot, meets his new best friend, experiences things he never thought he ever would, and understands what it exactly means to be happy, free, confused, and lonely (at the same time).

Birthday Sex (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: The rules are pretty simple.

Whoever’s birthday it is gets whatever they want, no questions asked.

A bi-annual sex treaty.

It’s the perfect answer to getting rid of all of that pent up angst, leftover desire and sexual frustration they feel for each other. And seriously, it’ll be fine. There’s no way anyone can be manipulated or end up with their feelings hurt or anything like that. Granted, friends-with-benefits has a bad rep, but how could this possibly go wrong?

They’ve got it all planned out.

Black Coffee And Black Hair - georgiabread

Summary: soulmate!au where you and your soulmate share the same tattoo.

Blood On Your Hands, Cream In My Coffee - littlephanwriters

Summary: police officer/criminal AU where Dan and Phil are partners assigned to go undercover as a couple to catch a serial killer, and Dan starts to fall in love with Phil while working on the case (alternatively: the crime AU/coffeeshop AU crossover that no one asked for)

blue moon (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: it’s storming in the middle of the night in a city not his own and phil’s phone is dead, which means he has no choice but to slink back to the flat he’s just snuck out of… the flat of the once-famous youtuber with whom he’s just had his very first one night stand

Blurred Lines (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: It’s hard to find hookups when you’re on a world tour.

Body Swap - helloanonymouswriter

Summary: Dan's cousin comes over and after a freaky trip to the museum they wake up in each other's bodies. The problem is keeping it from Phil and finding out if he likes Dan the way Dan loves him.

Boy (wattpad) - wreckthisphan

Summary: In which Phil is selectively mute but Dan can't hear so that's okay.

Brat (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is a sassy little brat and he’s such a tease.

So Phil decides to put Dan back in his place, that place being on his knees.

Breathing Underwater - washedoutgay

Summary: Relationships can be a little tricky when one of you lives on land and the other lives in the ocean. It’s especially tricky when people find out about their love when it is strictly forbidden.

But It Takes Someone To Come Around To Show You How (ao3) - Cutaehyung

Summary:

Phan Mute Soulmate AU. Dan is born mute into a world where once in everyone’s life your soulmate will say the specific words that are tattooed onto your body, and bring you together. These words will save your life in more ways than imaginable. Whilst Dan resigns himself to the fact he will never have a soulmate, fate has different ideas…

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stillthewordgirl · 4 years

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LOT/CC fic: Holiday Jitters

It's Sara's first day at CC Jitters. And there's this annoying--if hot--guy who won't put down his phone...

I know. I have a lot to be writing on. But I've had a hellacious week that gave me no time for personal writing projects at all, and once I did have few minutes, I couldn't kick my muse into gear on existing things.

I had to get out of my own head on it--so I tried to think of a popular fluff-trope I'd never written.

And here you go. My first coffeeshop AU. Sort of. I tried to keep it short (for me), but I'm already considering continuing it if anyone's interested.

Many thanks to Pir8grl. Can also be read here at AO3.

When Sara decided she needed a change of scenery from Star City, it seemed to make sense to make it Central. Her mom lived there, after all, and it wasn’t like the city was unfamiliar with the presence of vigilante/hero types. Not since the particle accelerator thing, anyway.

But even a hero needed some way to make ends meet—and the work she was doing with the martial arts studio and the women’s shelter didn’t pay much. So, here she was, standing in the employee coatroom at CC Jitters with her new friend Kendra and preparing to take on her first shift as kinda-a-barista.

It couldn’t be that different from working as a bartender. Right?

Kendra, whom Sara had met because she volunteered at the shelter, laughed as Sara determinedly plopped her fuzzy red and white Santa hat on her head. “Don’t look so unnerved,” she chided good-naturedly, reaching out to grab her nametag and handing Sara her own. “I’ve been seen you hand grown men three times your size their asses. What’s to fear at a coffee shop?”

Sara, attaching the tag, considered responses, then went with the truth, though she knew her friend wouldn’t understand all the background. “It’s just so…normal…”she sighed, glancing out toward the front of the shop. “And I…”

Her voice trailed off, but Kendra, bless her, just nodded. She didn’t know the full story, but Sara had danced around the edges enough when explaining her supposed martial arts training that she knew Sara had been in some not-so-normal situations, with a not-so-normal background.

“You’ll be fine,” she said gently, touching Sara’s elbow. “Now, let’s get out there. Oakley’s been on their feet since 5 a.m., and Amanda needs to get more baked goods in the ovens.”

And Sara took a deep breath. Nodded. And followed her friend out to deal with that most erratic of opponents—the public.

A few hours later, Sara had to admit, it wasn’t going too badly. Not nearly as badly as she’d feared, anyway. The customers had been nice enough, the regulars welcoming in their own way, and while Sara deferred to Kendra to make the more high-octane espresso drinks, she’d put her own spin on a few simpler things in a way that had been well received.

As the morning rush subsided (but before the lunch rush began), Sara took a deep breath, then turned, grinning at Kendra. The rush of triumph, she’d admit, was a little unexpected.

“I,” she pronounced with satisfaction, “actually liked that. And I think it’s going well.”

Kendra smiled back. “Well,” she said, starting to clear a space of the back counter, “it’s only partway through your first day. But you’re doing great.”

Sara heard the door open behind her, then, but didn’t turn around just yet. “Well, I know I’m not working too many hours here, but it’s just nice to be…”

She turned around mid-sentence and paused.

The man walking toward her…well, he caught the eye. Her particular eye, at least. Just something about him, a way of moving, grace and power despite his lean build.

Tall…yes. All in black, slacks and a sweater. Old enough for the close-cropped hair to be all salt-and-pepper, but definitely not in an unappealing way.

All this observation was in a heartbeat as he strolled up to the counter—unerringly, despite the fact that he hadn’t looked up from his phone once. Sara moved toward him, hearing Kendra say…something…behind her, torn between an unexpected attraction and irritation at the man’s focus on his tech.

“Can I help you?” she asked, trying to keep both from her tone.

He…muttered something. In a low, incredibly sexy voice, sure, but still muttered. Unintelligibly.

Sara kept her cool. “Pardon?”

Another mutter. His brow furrowed, Mr. Rude Hottie tapped his phone again. Was he sending a text?

So much for cool. Sara snorted.

“You know,” she said, placing her hands on the counter and leaning forward, ignoring Kendra making choking noises from behind her. “This would be a lot easier if you put that thing away and actually looked at me.”

The words—or the tone, or both—got through. Startled, the man glanced up at her.

Ooh. Oh, those were beautiful blue eyes. Sara kept her face stony, though, unable to regret her tart tone.

“It’s OK,” she finally registered Kendra saying behind her. “I know…”

But the man put the phone down, on the counter. He even pushed it aside, toward the pick-up area, giving Sara his full attention.

And…whoa. That full attention, complete with intent blue eyes and slight smile/smirk, was apparently enough to send a ripple of attraction through her in a way she hadn’t felt in rather a long time. Sara kept it from showing, she thought, and gave him a cool smile in return.

“I’m sorry,” the man actually said, in that voice, sounding fairly sincere. “I was being rude.” A pause. “I’m here regularly enough that I’m generally on autopilot. I apologize.”

Well, then. Sara tipped her head toward him as Kendra sighed behind her. “Thank you,” she acknowledged. “Now, what can I get you?”

Those blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “Just a coffee. The dark roast. One cream.”

“I got it,” Kendra volunteered, and Sara let her, content to continue her mutual inspection with the customer.

He glanced away first, eyes flickering toward the small chalkboard sign Sara had set out with her new creations. “Peppermint mocha, eh?”

“It’s good,” Sara informed him, wondering if he was a purist. One of those often-snotty “flavored coffee drinks are the work of the devil” types.

A shrug. “It sounds good,” he acknowledged. “Will admit, though, every one of those I’ve tried have been far too sweet for my taste.”

Ah. A challenge. Sara perked up.

“Try it out,” she informed him, turning aside. “On me. If you don’t like it…”

A good enough conclusion doesn’t come to mind. So, at the man’s chuckle, she merely reaches out to grab a cup. “Your name?”

The eyes crinkle again. “Len.”

“Len.” Sara writes it on the cup with a flourish, resisting the thoroughly inexplicable urge to add her number. “Got it. Give me just a minute.”

She lets Kendra take his money for the plainer coffee, focusing on the drink she’s making. Dark roast coffee instead of the more-often-used breakfast blend, dark chocolate syrup instead of the sweeter milk chocolate. Just a splash of cream. Enough peppermint to taste, but not enough to overwhelm. A mere sprinkle of the crushed candy canes they kept on the side.

With a grin, she moved to the pick-up counter, where this Len was waiting, other coffee in hand, leaning against the surface in a casual slouch. He put the other cup down and took the drink with a lifted eyebrow and the shadow of a smile, raising it in a toast to her before he took a sip.

The mobile eyebrows both went up. Sara resisted the desire to pump her fist and cheer.

“This is good,” he said, looking down at it, then up at her again. “Thank you…Sara.”

Right. Her nametag. Sara kept herself from shivering at the way he said the name. “Welcome,” she told him, leaning on the counter herself, angled toward him. “Sorry. Just the first one’s free.”

That got a chuckle. He took another sip, eyes on hers. “So, it going to be a regular menu item now?”

There was something in the question that led Sara to think he was asking about more than the drink. (And Kendra’s giggle from behind her backed that up.)

“When I’m here anyway,” she said easily, watching him. “Which will be mid- to late mornings, a few days a week, anyway. At least through the holidays.”

He tipped his head toward her again at the information, straightening from the slouch. “Good to know.” There was a pause…and then Len turned for the door with one last glance. “Thanks again, Sara.”

She stuffed down the flicker of disappointment. “Nice to meet you, Len.”

Leonard Snart was a busy man. He hadn’t really meant to be rude. He was just…distracted.

Juggling a security business with other…extracurricular…activities could get hectic, after all. He’d been out so late last night that he’d gotten an even later start than usual, and he’d had texts that were both business related and extracurricular related. He wasn’t precisely a chatty or social guy at the best of times, and the folks at Jitters knew him. He had, perhaps, presumed a bit too much.

Until he’d heard a new and slightly biting voice, and glanced up into a pair of sharp, bright blue eyes.

Smiling a little, Len took a sip from the unexpectedly delicious peppermint mocha as he sauntered down the street away from Jitters. The other drink was certainly getting cold, but he could reheat that when he got to his office. It wasn’t so far away, after all. Maybe he’d even go back later…though she’d said she’d be working mornings…

Len was so busy examining his unexpected interest in the new barista that he was nearly all the way to the end of the block before he realized. Crap.

He’d left his phone back at Jitters. His phone, full of information (though couched in rather coded language) about various activities that just anybody really shouldn’t see. All because he’d gotten distracted by…

“Len!”

Blinking, Leonard turned to see Sara hurrying down the sidewalk after him. She’d pulled on a coat, but the snowflakes drifting down from the sky were collecting on her golden hair…and his phone was in her hand.

He shook off a feeling of relief, stepping back toward her to take it.

Sara grinned at him. “I yelled at you a few times, but you seemed to be a little lost in thought,” she said, relinquishing the device. “Sorry. I didn’t notice until you were well out the door.”

“No, thank you.” Len studied her, then nodded, giving in to an impulse. “You working tomorrow?”

“No.” She looked a little regretful, putting her hands in her pockets and studying him in return. “But I will be the next day.”

“Good.” Len pocketed the phone. “Gotta get to work. Thanks again…Sara.”

“Welcome, Len.” She waited, then, until he was a few more paces down the street. “If you miss me at Jitters on Wednesday…well, you have a way to reach me.”

Len paused. Then he turned, watching Sara walk away, back toward the coffeeshop. And then he pulled out the phone.

There was a new contact added: “Sara—Jitters.”

Huh.

A smile crossed his face. Maybe she hadn't thought he'd been that rude, after all.

#captain canary #captaincanary #sara x leonard

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nam-nam-joon · 6 years

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mocha

[pt. 1] | [pt. 2]

Pairing: namjoon x reader

Genre: coffeeshop!au, fluff

Wordcount: 4.9k+

Rating: sfw

Summary: a cup of hot, chocolate coffee; filled with love

"Hey _______, your favourite customers are here!" Jimin calls out from where he's leaned on the pastrycase, elbows full on the glass top and sharpie lazily twirling between his fingers.

His grin is shit eating-wide, and still you need a moment until your eyes find the door and the confusion subsides.

You roll your eyes at him but don't attempt to hide the smile that spreads on your face as a short black haired male and his taller, fiery-brunet friend slowly approach the counter. There was still time to give Jimin shit for leaving marks on the freshly cleaned galss of the case later. "Hi, how are you guys today?" Your beloved Shift Supervisor dircts his attention to the guests, effortlessly slipping into his customer service voice.

It was only last week that he saw a video you had taken of him, selling some slightly overpriced merch to an unsuspecting customer. He had recoiled from the audio with a shudder, mumbling 'He sounds so fake!' At his own words, and the other two present Barista and you had had a good laugh at his horrid expression.

"The usual?" Jimin asks now, after exchanging small talk. His handwriting is wide an loopy as he places the to go cups on the counter, fingers twitching as he punches the order into his screen. He nods softly without looking away from the computer as a sign you can go ahead and start prepping. You lean back and squint your eyes at the cups that stand a little too angled to read without problem; It's not really necessary since you have a pretty good idea of what 'the usual' is, but you're not going to take the risk and end up getting teased for weeks on end again. There is the possibility of taking the two steps over to where the cups are standing at the moment, but really, it's way easier to start queuing the shots of espresso and steam the milk beforehand and save some seconds during the drink routine this way. After a moment Yoongi's voice comes from your front-right: "Venti Americano, six shots, and same size Mocha for him."

The smile from before widens into a grin as you forget about the cups for the moment and blink over the Mastrena to the two guys in fashionable sweatpants. "Alright then. Rough day?" Normally it's the taller male leading the conversation, with Yoongi staring at his phone or just not participating much. Today the roles seem reversed, and your eyebrows drop a small bit in worry at the sulking expression that graces the usually so friendly, dimpled face of your regular. "Namjoon my man, who stole your smile? And your dimples? Do I have to give up my apron and go bargaining for you to get them back?" Namjoon, the lower half of his face still wrapped in his jacket's collar, only huffs. "He's moping because he pulled a muscle and has to skip practice for the week, Doctor's orders."Despite the teasing tone you can see the empathy in Yoongi's eyes as he regards his friend and team mate, and it softly tugs at your heart. "Extra cream again?" After handing Yoongi his caffeine-boost and he saunters over to the condiment stand, it's just Namjoon and you at the counter. "Yes please." He finally shimmies out of his hiding spot against the still awfully chill temperatures outside and general human interaction, and a worn out smile appears on his lips. "Yoongi forgot to mention I tripped and also sprained my wrist, and that they basically kicked me out of the studio for the time being." "Oh shit." It slips out before you can hold it back, and you bite your lower lip. "Is it, like, bad? Like really?" "I hope it won't be." The brunet takes the lid you offer him after taking a sip of his beverage. "Kids-hot."

He smiles down on the slightly disturbed crown of whipped cream, with a bit of it stuck to his cupid's bow. "That's how you like it, right?" You lean against the counter, watching him put the lid on. "Oh, careful!" The cup shakes dangerously as he applies too much pressure on the rim but you reach out, grab the cup and prevent a chocolate disaster. "Here, lemme just..." The lid clicks into place and Namjoon sighs in relief. "Thank you. It's been- a day." You give him a warm smile, catching his eyes when he looks up from his hands. "No problem. Hope you'll feel better soon. And best of luck for your muscles and wrists! See you next week? Even though might not have practice." The first proper, dimpled smile lights up Namjoon's face, and he nods; warming his hands on the paper cup. Seeing it gently sweeps the worry in your chest away and your face lights up in response. "Thank you." He says, voice soft as he blinks up from under his lashes. Your smile widens into a grin. "That's better. Have a good one, guys!" Yoongi, having waited by the door, waves a good-bye and promptly says something to his companion as soon as the glass door shuts behind them. Namjoon stares at him in shock and you quietly chuckle.

"They're cute, aren't they." Jimin materializes next to you, as if he sensed they were gone. "Yes." You say, carfully bathing in the small fluttering feeling in your stomach. It's quiet for a moment, until you turn your head and find him looking at you with an amused glint in his eyes. "What." He shakes his head, still smiling down at you. "Stop looking at me like that!" You throw a counter cloth at him,but he deflects it and simply wraps his arms around your shoulders to place his chin on your head. "Ah, I love you, do you know that." Melting into the hug is easy, and briefly you hold on to each other. "Yes. And I love you too." It's a quiet comment but you know he heard youafter he tightens the hug and then lets you go.

"Alright I'm back! What did I miss, you guys? Why are we hugging?" Hoseok wipes his hands on his apron after he finish tying it around his back, and his eyes travel expectedly from Jimin to you. "Not much." You shake your head, reaching under your own apron to undo it, seeing how it's your turn for break-time now. "You missed Mr. Venti Six Shot Americano and Mr. Venti Mocha, extra cream, and the radiant light they shine on us each time they grace us with their visits." Already at the other corner of the bar, you turn around to glare at Jimin. "You always forget Namjoon likes his drinks kids-temperature. You never write it on his cup, if one of the newbies makes his drink he'll burn himself!" "Ah, that." Jimin dismisses your half-annoyed comment and Hoseok's wide eyes of shock with a gesture, and you roll your eyes. "Just because you have a squish on him doesn't mean he deserves special treatment! I deserve your love and affection, too! We all do!" He pauses. "Have a nice break, _______!" "Whatever." You grin and hang your apron next to one of the big fridges before vanishingin the direction of the office computer to punch out. - A few days later Yoongi comes by, alone, as you are on till. "Heya." You greet him, reaching for a Venti to go cup already. "Your usual?" A rare smile plays around his lips. "Iced, please. And with Vanilla Syrup, also six pumps." You lift an eyebrow but click the buttons anyways. "And they call me cold... got a reward?" He nods and waits for the app on his phone to load. "Stars?"

"Birthday." He corrects you, without looking up from the display. "What!" You stare at him until he dares to glance up. "Hey I didn't even know that. Happy Birthday, Yoongi!" He rubs his neck and looks away, soft embarassement on his face. "Yeah, well. No big deal." You retrieve the cup from where you placed it on the counter already, receiving a pained look from the Barista on bar. The felt tip scribbles four comments on varying heights on the side of the cup, underneath his name just below the rim. The first one reads "Secret message on cup!" A bit further below it says "Not there quite yet..." The third one says "You almost made it!!" And the final one reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!" With a little present drawn next to it.

Since his drink is iced today the writing will be invisible with the dark liquid behind it and only start to show once he drinks it, adding suspense throughout the revelation of the texts. During your imprompto cup individualising session he scans his app and you nod him on as the computer receives the transaction. - Two days later Yoongi's back again, this time with Namjoon. He is in his after-training sweatpants, while Namjoon is dressed in his winter coat ans skinny jeans that cuff at the bottom, just above his bright red trainers that scream "new" and "pricy". His mood seems to have improvd since the last time he's been here; sadly your own has declined tremendously. It's not really your fault, really, but the store at the mall near where you live desperately needed another Barista for the weekend peaks, and you know how crap peaks without the proper people-power are, so you had junped in, despite the feeling you might regret it. An 8-day-workweek just has its toll, and even though you love your job, it's starting to grate on your nerves. Counting the minutes until you're done is a habit you only fall back into when you can't bring your mind to focus on other tasks, like being happy and smiley and friendly for the customers, clean the store or rearrange merch, but a slightly sleep-deprived brain is difficult to motivate.

Namjoon's cheerful "Hi, _______!" Catches you off-guardand you almost drop your sharpie. Embarassed to be caught zoning out on the clock you shake you head before you customary smile appears on your face. "Hey hey Namjoon. What's up, Yoongi? The-" You hold up a finger at the two males before they can answer the unfinished question and angle your body away from them to not yawn into their faces. "Ah, sheesh, I'm so sorry. Where was I?" "We'll take the usual, thank you." The brunet answers for Yoongi once more after the shorter one glares at him and wordlessly moves on towards the end of the bar. "Cool, cool." You put the order into the system and then reach for the cups. "How's your week been?" It takes a moment before you realize he is trying to make conversation, and you hurry to apologize for your delayed reaction. "Hm? Oh, oh yeah, good good. Bit stressy. How about yours? -Sorry." You apologize again after another yawn forces you to break the already staggering chat. "Boring. Lots of theory practice, but nothing good. The Doctor says I'm supposed to rest until the next month. Yoongie is complaining about how he'll murder our students without me hanging around to act as a buffer." There's a humour in his voice, and you shoot a fond look towards the raven haired guy that's leaned next to hand-off, making one of the new trainees on bar nervous with his presence. "He says thank you for the message on his cup, by the way. I saw it in his car, that was really nice of you." You shrug, but the first real smile of the afternoon spreads on your lips. "What can I say, it's my job." Namjoon leans back and seems to relax a bit once you wink at him after finishing the transaction. His dimples show, but before he can go join his friend you look up at him with remorse on your face. "I'm sorry for being so... unorganized today. It's my eight day today, and honestly-" You pause and make sure to lower your voice. "-I just want to go home and sleep for ten hours straight." Namjoon's eyes are full of empathy as he nods. "When's your next day off?" "Oh, tomorrow." You run a hand over your face. "I'm highkey hoping I'll make it through my shift without anyone making a mess and finish early or something. Will you pray for me, Joonie?"

He laughs at your exasperated expression that is only ever so slightly faked, and seeing his face break out into a bright, full grin imroves your day. "I will." He holds up his crossed fingers for you to see as the next people force him from his spot, but manages to wish you a good rest of your shift. He catches your gaze again as he holds the door open for his friend, and the smile returns to his face as you lift a hand in good-bye. -

The next two weeks are a whirlwind of misplanned schedules and messy shifts, and you find yourself in your third week without serving Yoongi nor Namjoon when Jimin calls over the sounds of an evening peak for you to get your break.

"Are you sure?" You ask as you pass him at till, and he nods reassuringly. "It'll calm down soon, I'm sure. We really need to start with breaks now or it'll get too late." You've known him long enough to hear the slight distress that underlines his words, and touch your hand to his shoulder. He just nods quickly, a sign that he really is okay with you taking your break, and you leave the front of house.

The air outside the shop is warm, an early greeting of the nearing summer. The sun still hasn't vanished behind the surrounding buildings of the city, and so you take your reheated lunch/dinner out from the microwave in the break room and out on the patio, sighing in bliss as you stretch your legs after several hours of just standing.

"Hi." Comes a shy voice from your left, about halfway through your break.

The last sunlight blinds you as you try to make out who decided to stop by your table.

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