#a large oatmilk latte

[the-metatron]

Trick or Treat!!

Please enjoy this delicious oatmilk latte with a hefty jigger of almond syrup. I assure it is not poisoned.

[jujutsubaby]

omggg your follower event is sooo cutie ahaha

cafe heaven and earth + iced matcha latte with oatmilk (bc i know that's what y/n orders in after hours 😉) + rose milk cake

a/n: omgggg~ first anon thank u sm for participating 🙈 hope you enjoy!!!

✨ WELCOME TO CAFE HEAVEN & EARTH ! ✨

🤍 PAIRING. nanami

🤍 WORD COUNT. 755

this isn’t your first time here at cafe heaven & earth. you’ve been a regular here for as long as you can remember, from drafting your novel to pitching ideas for the local newspaper.

you and haibara, the regular barista, have had an easy rapport from when you first started frequenting heaven & earth so you were sad when you walked in and remembered he was off this week. like, you were happy for him, of course, but also, who was gonna remember your usual order and make it just the way you liked it?

to your surprise, you see a vaguely familiar blonde man behind the cash register. you think he’s the owner, maybe, if you recall correctly. and thank god the line isn’t long today, so perhaps you can keep your interactions with everyone to a minimum and just focus on finishing your article.

the first thing you notice about him when you get to the front of the line is his soft features: light smile lines and gentle eyes greet you with a quick “hello, miss, what can i get for you today? iced oat matcha and rose milk cake as usual?”

before you can process how he even knows your usual order (something only reserved for haibara), a loud bang in the large wall-to-wall cafe window startles you both. you turn to see an eccentric, gangly man with wild white hair pounding on the glass, trying to get nanami’s attention. he keeps on pointing at the flyer in his hand (upon closer inspection, you see it’s one of those job flyers with tabs you can rip off, except there’s no job description on it, and the tabs each just have poorly drawn penises on them).

quickly glancing back at the blond man, you see him wincing in embarrassment. you can’t help your curiosity, so you ask, “do you know that guy?” the blonde man (“nanami”, you see on a perfectly aligned badge pinned to a perfectly pressed apron) just says “unfortunately. you can just ignore him.” you decide to take pity on him and change the subject.

“wait, how do you know my order?” the weirdo’s actions outside the cafe momentarily made you forget this man just recited your order seamlessly. you swear you see him blush slightly. “ah, well, haibara, he…uh…well…” he’s looking everywhere but your eyes, and you find it a bit adorable.

“all right, i’ll admit i’ve heard you order before and just think it’s the perfect order. it’s what i’d order, too.” now it’s your turn to blush. the perfect order? “oh, uh, thanks, but honestly, it’s all thanks to whoever supplies your rose milk cakes. i’ve never had anything quite like it.” god, your hands are feeling clammy and it feels so hot in here. don’t they have any AC?!

“well, the baker accepts your compliment, miss.” nanami says humbly, his smile growing even softer after hearing your praise. you’re in shock. nanami bakes the cakes himself?! “i had no idea…they always taste so freshly made whenever i have them. i should have expected the owner of my favorite cafe to be such a good baker, i guess.”

nanami seems to be opening up at your sincere compliments. “i’m glad to hear it, opening a bakery has always been my dream. the feedback means a lot coming from one of our best customers.” best customer?! your heart does a little flip. nanami suddenly looks shy again. “actually, i’ve been meaning to ask you…”

just then, probably tired of being ignored, the white-haired man bursts into the cafe, his loud demeanor at odds with the soothing ambience. “nanaminnnnn~” he whines. “what, i don’t exist anymore as soon as that cutie you’re obsessed with finally gives you the time of day?!” you and nanami both go red at that; of course, all the cafe patrons are staring at you now.

“gojo, now’s not the time,” nanami tries to say in his best no-drama customer service voice. the interloper doesn’t seem to take the hint. “well? ask her for her number already!”

neither of the men noticed that you had already scrawled it on a spare bit of paper from your trusty legal pad. “text me when your shift’s over?” you ask, feeling emboldened by the indirect confession. truth be told, he’s always caught your eye whenever he’s down at the cafe, but you were far too engrossed in your drafts to do anything about it.

nanami smiles, actually fully smiles with his teeth, at you. “y-yeah, of course.”

[starlight-lesbians]

ummm what’s everyone’s favourite thing to steal off the menu? i’m picturing everyone having a set order that everybody knows and gets for them whenever they do hang outs/swaps

OOH OOH OK

i’m just gonna do a silly lil list! (these assholes are hyperspecific bc that happens when u work food service in my experience, you start mixing and matching until the menu becomes fake)

Dinah: doritos locos tacos with chicken and no tomato (+ a baja blast and cinnabon bites) from taco bell and a HUGE dirty chai with strawberry puree (its good i promise) from starlight cafe (oat milk)

Greaseball: a steak grilled cheese burrito with cheesy potatoes and a dr pepper from taco bell and a large mocha frappe with white mocha and caramel syrups (+ extra whipped cream, she’s a sugar fiend) from starlight cafe

Pearl: supreme tacos with extra lettuce, cinnabon bites, and a brisk dragonfruit tea from taco bell and white hot chocolate with extra caramel syrup and whip from starlight cafe (almond milk)

Rusty: crunchwrap supreme with black beans and meat, cheesy potatoes and a sierra mist (not calling it starry), and a vanilla iced latte with caramel drizzle (he’s a lil boring but he’ll get there)

Hydra: anything he can find tbh like 3 bean burritos, literally a dozen cinnabon bites, and nacho fries (he’s high-) + a giant passion tea w lots of strawberry puree in it and a croissant

Slick: mexican pizza with two doritos locos tacos, nacho fries, and a not frozen baja blast (she is also high) + an iced caramel latte with like at least three extra espresso shots (belle is soooo tired of her)

Belle: chicken chalupas with extra tomato, cheesy potatoes, and a large cherry freeze, + a smores cookie and an apple spice latte with extra caramel (she’s a fall girlie i just know it)

Tassita: soft chicken tacos (less noise), cinnamon twists, and a blue raspberry freeze + a chocolate croissant and a salted caramel hot cocoa (oatmilk)

Porter: nachos bellgrande with extra tomatoes and lettuce, nacho fries, and a wild strawberry freeze + an apple danish and iced coffee w extra heavy cream (for some reason)

Lumber: cheesy gordita crunches with cinnabon bites, and chips n guac, + a blueberry cookie and vanilla cold brew w extra sugar

Electra: chicken quesadilla with a side of black beans, nacho fries and diet mountain dew (ew), + a lavender matcha latte with oatmilk and blueberry puree

i think i got everyone!! my taco bell app got a workout LMAO

[the-metatron]

Hello, Raven. No need to thank me. Just enjoy this delicious oatmilk latte with almond syrup I made for you.

It appears I’ve caught @the-metatron’s eye.

Should I say thank you?

-Your friendly neighborhood Nephalem

[thatesqcrush]

The Coffee Order (a flash fic)

Rafael Barba x reader.

You were busy finishing an order when your colleague (who also happened to be your friend) approached you.

“He’s here.”

You stiffened. You knew exactly who she meant.

A known regular. And whom you had a huge crush on. An obscenely handsome man, older than you but you weren't sure by how much. Salt and pepper hair, aquiline nose, seafoam green eyes, and bespoke suits. From what you were able to glean from brief moments of interaction when he came in with his own colleagues, you knew he was a prosecutor. He was always polite with you, but that did not stop him from trading jabs with his colleagues. You wondered if he was as silver tongued in the bedroom as he was with others.

He always ordered the same - extra large, black, drip, bold. Every once in a blue, he would order a chai tea latte with oatmilk. Which is what he ordered today.

Your colleague handed you the cup. Your hands shook as you prepared the chai latte. You glanced at the label, ready to call his name out but paused at what was listed.

Daddy.

You whipped your head towards your colleague and she snickered.

"Rafael - your chai is ready."

"Thank you. Did you say this was oatmilk?"

"Uh, I didn't but it is. I made it myself."

Rafael looked at the label but his face remained stoic. You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. He looked up at you and made eye contact. His voice was quiet. "Good girl."

"Thank you sir," you replied reflexively, before slapping a hand over your mouth. Your eyes met once more, and his darken. Your face grew hot, blushing rapidly.

Rafael's lips curled in a wicked grin. He didn't say anything further before turning and walking out.

You spun on your heels, ready to make a mad dash to your colleague. Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out of your apron.

There was a very heavy custom tip along with a note from Rafael with his phone number.

You smiled.

FIN.

[fuckyouheresyourcoffee]

Greetings, I'm a new customer visiting Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death for the first time. I would like to order one large oatmilk latte with a dash of almond syrup, please.

Oh hey inconspicuous customer! I'm sorry we don't serve that anymore. it's been taken off the menu because the last person who ordered it was a massive cunt!

[the-metatron]

Welcome home, @books4azi. I made this oatmilk latte with almond syrup just for you. Drink up!

so…can i come back?

@michaelwiththegoodhair: no. Once a traitor, always a traitor.

@uriel-on-ice: no. Do you know how annoying it would be to have two Aziraphales up here? One is already too many.

@sandalphonsgoldteeth: I WANT GABRIEL BACK *sobs*

@saraqael-the-sarcastic: let's ask @the-metatron what he thinks

@supremearchangelaziraphale: yes, of course, we'd be delighted to have you back *already packing his bags, getting ready to escape as soon as @books4azi takes his place*

@archangelcrowliel: yup, sure, welcome back, you're in charge now, have fun! *shakes hand, shoves a clipboard and paperwork into @books4azi's arms*

*grabs @supremearchangelaziraphale and hurries them both out the door before anyone can stop them*

[d-adpool]

"Haii, i know it's random but I was out getting coffee again and I remembered your order, so I got you one too, large plain black coffee, medium roast!"

He holds out the coffee cup to him

@nice-pool

*Wade makes a sour, confused face at the cup of coffee, then remembers this is probably Nicepool’s weird dorky attempt at friendship, and looks slightly less sour and confused about it. slightly.*

you know, i really only got one since i was hanging out with you. i don’t feel coffee at all unless i drink it a pot at a time.

thanks for remembering to get a plain coffee, though. i’d have been extra weirded out if you showed up with some kind of nicepool oatmilk latte.

do you... watch reality tv or anything? a lot of it’s mean, you wouldn’t like those ones, but some of it… some of it i think you would like.

*this is Wade’s stilted attempt to create an opportunity to hang out. with nicepool. yeah, he can’t believe he’s doing it, either.*

[thekingofcrochet]

What do you mean a large iced chai latte with oatmilk isn't breakfast?

What are you a cop???

[anabella228]

i skipped dinner, but for the rest of the day's calories-

breakfast (i ate around 11 a.m.):

1 snack pack of pistachios - 90 kcal

lunch:

oatmilk latte with mocha and hazelnut - 203 kcal

dinner:

skipped

snacks:

1 sourdough pretzel - 20 kcal

1 large bottle of gatorade zero - 5 kcal

i also had a diet coke but that's zero cal.

gatorade zero is deadass so good, but the calories in the bigger bottles vary based on flavor. the lowest cal one i've seen so far is the lemon-lime which is 5 kcal, but all of the 'zero' flavors are really low-cal and really good!!

[the-metatron]

Delicious. Thank you, son. One of the things I've most thoroughly enjoyed ingesting in my time.

@the-metatron

Dad, this one is just for you! Oats AND almonds! I'm being so good at my job today!

[batmanshole]

gotta let you know i tried your coffee order large carm macchiatto quad half caf (oatmilk) line the cup w caramel anyways it was SOOOO good

yes.... YESSSS..... i posted abt that aaages ago thank you for your dedication anon. its so so fucking good

my next task: iced eggnog latte from the local chain that exists within my city and nowhere else.

^ its just like a strong espresso over a 1:1 mix of eggnog and 2% milk with some sort of sweetener in it. my fav for winter cause its seasonal

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Méli (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Queen Bee by the people of Olympius

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Syros, Olympius

Personality- She's bubbly, positive, & caring- never judgemental. Much like her symbolic animal she's organized, efficient, diligent, sociable, and has a "hive" mindset- thinking more so about the community than just herself. She's currently single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of bees & honey, her other powers/abilities include mélikinesis (honey generation/manipulation), honey mimicry, palynokinesis (pollen manipulation), beeswax manipulation, being able to shapeshift into/communicate with all species of bees, also being able to communicate with ants, hornets, & wasps, and is able to adapt bee physiology into her physical form- protruding stingers from her third and fourth knuckle, being able to see ultraviolet light (her eyes turn black/compound looking while maintaining their size), can grow three extra sets of legs, being able to crawl on walls, and can manifest bee wings from her back).

Méli lives on her own at her gorgeous estate in the state of Syros. The outside may look like the typical beach style house, but inside, the roof is in the shape of a hexagonal pyramid. There's wide columns of light cedarwood with lots of windows bringing in natural sunlight. Most of the walls are painted with a honeycomb pattern in colors of gold, yellow, cream, & glittery black. The backyard seems to go on for miles filled with vibrant greenery, flowers, towering palm trees, and her apiary (also known as a bee farm). Even though she can manifest a pair of bee wings on her back to fly, she usually gets around in her cream yellow VW covertible (with Imperial Gold chrome spinners). She also owns a vacation cottage in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus.

Go-to drinks for her include the bee's knees cocktail, honey lime margaritas, honey bourbon sangrias, sparkling water, lemon-lime soda, champagne, & honey almond milk smoothies. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean is the large honey oatmilk latte and the pineapple lychee splash.

Méli's one of the few relatively "young" deities along with Horme (god of energy), Adranos (god of fire), Chelone (goddess of tortoises), Aergia (goddess of sloth, idleness, & laziness), and Tithonus (god of insects).

For breakfast she loves stopping by at The Bread Box to get an egg & cheese sandwich on a hero. At home she'll eat a stack of buttermilk vanilla pancakes (topped with butter & drizzled in honey), a smoothie bowl (made with coconut milk & topped with honey, chia seeds, sliced peaches, toasted almonds, and granola), or a big bowl of Earthly Harvest's Oats & Honey cereal (with almond milk).

In the pantheon Méli's good friends with Zephyrus (god of the west wind), Eleutheria (Lulu) (goddess of liberty), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Adephagia (goddess of gluttony), Eos (Titaness of dawn), Hemera (goddess of the day), Chloris (goddess of flowers), Thallo (goddess of spring & new growth), Antheia (goddess of swamps, vegetation, & floral wreaths), Carpo (goddess of autumn & fruits), Hermes, Auxo (goddess of summer, vegetation, & plants), Notus (god of the south wind), Pandaisia (goddess of banquets), Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), The Hesperides, Panacea (goddess of univeral remedy), Urso (god of bears), Terpischore (muse of dance), and Aoide (goddess of voice & song).

Méli secretly has a crush on Matton (god of meals).

She greatly admires Gaia (goddess of the earth); who was her mentor, Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill), Promylaia, and Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest).

She's gone to Eleusis a few times to partake in the Cornucopia festival.

She loves snacking on raw honeycomb and honey barbeque cheese puffs!

Méli is confident in her plus size figure! Her latest Fatestagram post was a photo of her and Eos at a beach in Rhodes. She was wearing a stringy neon yellow Swimsilk bathing suit with a white gold jeweled waist chain. It got almost 10,000 likes!

Her main business & source of income is The Gold Pot (which includes an official website and store location in her home state) where various specialized creamed honey as well as raw honey are sold. Méli's personal faves are the cinnamon honey & the organic matcha honey. There are plans for future store locations in Achaea, Santorini, as well as a makeshift store in the Mall of Olympius. For other work/income Méli models for White Lily Gallery (has her own name plate necklace), Sunshine Radiance (loves using the vitamin c brightening cleanser), Glory's Crown (loves the honey hydrating hair oil), Glimmer Victory (the goddess Nike's jewelry brand), FATshionista, and Treis Epochés. She has recently partnered up with Philyra (goddess of perfume, paper, & beauty) (and her cosmetics brand Olmorfia) to release a themed make-up palette called Honeylicious.

She employs dozens of meliads (ash tree nymphs).

One of her favorite sweet treats is the honey-salted caramel ice cream. Méli also likes Hestia's signature honey cake, Hesperis' apple pie, and The Frozen Spoon's graham ice cream sandwiches (made with vanilla ice cream with added in butterscotch chips!) She also likes to stop by at Skóni Parádeisos for the honey-butter biscuits & airy beignets!

She's often vocal about the slight decrease in the overall honeybee population in the country- often due to intensive agriculture, harmful pesticide use, & biodiversity loss.

Méli likes using the Luxuria shimmering body oil in "Ambrosia Honey."

One of her favorite gifts was a series of engraved gold bangles from Eos.

Her favorite personal gift that she got herself is the jeweled beehive clutch from Diamond Ave., costing almost 6,000 drachmas!

In her free time she enjoys beekeeping, gardening, sunbathing, cloud surfing, going to the beach, tennis, listening to music, bike riding, drawing, painting, watching TV, and yoga.

She loves stopping at The Hearthside Diner for an order of the glorious lemon-honey glazed fried chicken. Méli also likes the 10 pc honey barbeque chicken tenders with olympian sized fries from Olympic Chef. Other favorite foods include sweet & sour chicken, egg rolls, moussaka, fried brown rice, sweet buttered corn, vegetable lo mein, and corn dogs (with honey mustard dipping sauce).

"Words are like bees. Some are sweet as honey while others can leave a sting."

[lu-luvslestat]

41 for the asks if you haven't already done this one!♡

my coffee HAS to be iced. no point in getting hot coffee imo. just get hot chocolate or tea. (but I usually prefer my tea iced too 😋) and I love sweet coffee. I never ask for whole milk. I love oatmilk because it's so creamy and tasty. I also always get the largest size because I finish drinks really fast and like having more of it. my top favorite orders from Starbucks/DD areee:

large iced chai latte with oatmilk (DD)

large iced caramel oatmilk latte (DD)

iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso (SB)

iced apple crisp oatmilk macchiato/frappuccino (SB)

[jujutsubaby]

The coffee break concept is sooooo adorable I am obsessed!!

From Pochita's, can I order a matcha latte with oat milk and a mochi donut?

a/n: thanks for your ask cutie ❣️ another matcha latte with oat milk lover i see… bee tee dubs my cat’s name is mochi 😻 hope u enjoy n i hope u had fun participating hehe ~

⭐️ WELCOME TO POCHITA'S ! ⭐️

🤍 PAIRING. himeno

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.1k

you look at your watch. 9:34. 26 more minutes of your break. the weather outside was gorgeous and the cafe wasn’t as crowded as it usually is. probably because it’s the weekend, but nonetheless, you use this as a prime opportunity to make yourself a matcha latte with oatmilk and head outside to make progress on the book you were reading. hm, maybe a mochi donut wouldn’t hurt either. 

you loved working as a barista here, and you wouldn’t change it for the world, but it’s hard to see the quiet of the city during the weekdays when everyone from public safety was scrambling to grab a coffee before their next meeting. you rarely took up weekend shifts, but today just felt different. maybe your monotonous life would change today, despite how far-fetched that sounded. 

you’re far too engrossed in your book, and so you don’t pay attention to who’s coming and going, and who’s waiting outside for their drinks.

“hey, wait, are you reading fourth wing?” you turn to look at the inquisitive voice and come face to face with a woman wearing a public safety uniform and large eyepatch over one of her eyes. the other is bright green and sparkles distractingly at you. her hair is shorn in a practical short haircut, but she pulls it off well, you note. she smells slightly of cigarettes and peppermint, and leans a little too close when looking over your shoulder, but strangely, you don’t mind.

“o-oh, yeah, it is” you say, taken aback by her. “i loved that book! finished it in a week” she says, laughing softly. 

 “you public safety folks got time to read now?” you say playfully. she laughs. “yeah, well, had some extra time on my hands after my partner passed so what better way to spend it than reading some smutty fiction?”

her forwardness catches you off guard. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth in horror. how were you supposed to know that?! the woman’s eye doesn’t stop sparkling, however, to your surprise. still wearing her warm smile, she continues. 

“yeah, he was a sweet kid. it was hard to lose him, but he’s hardly the first partner i’ve lost, and he won’t be the last.” she shrugs. “that’s life in public safety, i guess. that’s what makes escaping so nice,” she finishes, gesturing at your book. you’ve since closed fourth wing in favor of hanging onto her every word. 

“don’t you get scared for your own safety?” you can’t help asking, your voice sounding small and meek. you must look so pathetic to her, flogging cute little drinks all day while she’s out risking life and limb. 

she laughs again. “obviously! every day of my life! but we can’t let something little like fear get in the way of us living our lives. that’s why i try to appreciate the little things, like reading fun books and visiting my favorite cafe! seriously, the drinks you guys make give me the will to live!” (you have to tell yourself to calm down at that, since you suddenly feel all blushy and silly and shy like a schoolgirl nursing a crush at the fact that pochita’s is her favorite cafe.)

still, you can’t help but wonder how it would feel for her, to lose everybody she got close to — and to have to expect it to happen over and over again. you can’t imagine what a lonesome existence it must be, and it makes your chest ache to think of someone as warm and gregarious as her being left alone again and again.   

damn, all this sucks for her. but you couldn’t ignore how warm she made you feel inside when she said that. you can see it in her eyes – despite what she’s been through, she’s like everyone else: a little bit lonely and looking for connection. “i’m so sorry to hear that…” oh shit, you realize you don’t even know her name. 

“himeno.” “himeno,” you repeat back. her name feels like it belongs in your mouth. “i’m glad you can at least come here and get away for a bit,” gesturing to the cafe. 

himeno laughs, once again, but this time her soft laugh makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster. “yeah, only for a bit. gotta back and finish up some paperwork with my team.” she says, gesturing to the public safety building a couple blocks away. 

you’re quiet for a second, and then make a snap decision. getting up from your seat, you ask her, “what’re you having today? i’ll make it for you.”

she seems taken aback. “oh, i was just here getting coffees for my team,” she replied, pointing to the tray of takeaway cups on her table. “besides, aren’t you on break?”

you smile at her and boldly decide to squeeze her hand. “i’ll make it for you,” you repeat. “and it’ll be on the house. now, what’s your drink?”

“uh…i’ll have whatever you were having,” she says; endearingly she suddenly seems a little shy. “it looked really good when you were drinking it.” 

“oat matcha it is!” you grin inwardly; you definitely know your way around a matcha whisk, and you’re excited at a little chance to show off to himeno. 

you both head inside and continue chatting as you prepare her drink. you note with satisfaction that she intently watches your expert hands at work. you look at himeno’s hands, and wonder what it’s like to hold them, have them hold you, hold each other close. 

your thoughts almost get the better of you but you snap out of it. you decide to throw a little lavender essence in, too; something about himeno just inspires you to go all out.

you hand himeno her drink, and you find yourself wishing you could speak to her longer. you usually did nothing during your breaks, so you’ll miss this stark contrast. 

himeno, seemingly to have read your mind, smiles sweetly. “thanks. by the way…” she pretends to think for a bit. “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing working on a saturday?”

you try hard to hide the blush uncontrollably rushing to your cheeks. “i could say the same for you.” she raises her hands up in defeat. “okay, okay, you got me. we both don’t have lives and are working on the weekend.” she jests, and you laugh. you think you’ll laugh at anything she says. 

you’re already on a roll with bold moves today so might as well go for it. “well, you doing anything later after work?”

himeno beams at you. “thought you’d never ask.” she quickly takes out a pen and grabs a napkin from the counter as she scribbles her number on it. “when do you get off?”

“3 in the afternoon,” you say, sounding giddy like a schoolgirl. 

“okay then, text me at 3.” she then gives you a smile so suave it should be illegal. “i’ll be waiting, beautiful.”

[hernakedmuse]

A Week in New York

Act I Scene II

Disclaimer: not proofread.

Themes: queer romance, Timothée x Male!OC, public kissing, sexualizing smoking (sorry)

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My cousin lives in a beautiful Edwardian townhouse on Maple Avenue. Gianni Lukashenko is twenty one years old, seven years younger than myself, and the primo male ballerina of the New York City Ballet. With his gorgeously mixed features of having a Sicilian mother and a father of Black and Russian descent, he's 5'8, svelte with sinewy lean muscles. His hair is jet Black and naturally looks like wet curls, cut in a pretty shag that kisses the end of the nape of his neck. He has almond shaped green eyes with long, thick lashes, high cheekbones, full pink lips and olive skin.

I'm harmlessly jealous of my stunning cousin, I must admit. "I thought you just went to grab coffee, why are you grinning like Meg Ryan in every movie?" He asked me as he leaned against the doorframe of his Natuzzi decorated living room.

The director of the ballet takes good care of him, playing sugar daddy to my beautiful cousin. He bought him this townhouse and gives him access to a bottomless account, and gives him pretty baubles and gifts and trinkets, like the Mapplethorpe hanging on the wall. Recently he acquired a new Amazon credit card.

"I did, look!" I held up my to go cup from Caffé Aronne, it's my go to coffee shop when I visit family in New York. I find it funny that they call taro a purple potato here. I ordered a purple potato latte with almond milk and an almond croissant for myself, and a blue butterfly pea latte with oatmilk for Gianni.

I don't know how I managed to order anything after flirting with fucking Timothée Chalamet! I'm still shaking, tapping my chipped sage green nails against the paper cup. I still can smell the spearmint gum on his breath, cigarettes clinging to his leather jacket, and the citrus and lavender notes of Chanel on his skin. Those olive Hazel eyes touched my skin and caressed the sight of me, I was allured but also self conscious becoming fully aware of my flaws. I'm not large but a little soft, I could have a flatter stomach and a smaller butt. Having an ass is wonderful but too much of one…I struggled with my body image sometimes.

So it was a little shocking, that little exchange we had. I was surprised he was even attracted to me, I'm a guy, penis and all.

"Something happened." Gianni accused with a secret smile and serpentine eyes.

I froze, feeling like a caught rabbit.

My cousin's smile turned into a Cheshire grin. "What's his name?"

I hid behind my hair as I sipped my sweet latte. "It doesn't matter, I'll never see him again."

So I thought.

The next day I joined Gianni at his rehearsal down at the theatre. He's playing Orpheus in Orfeo ed Euridice, naturally who else would play the lead male role? I tease him about sleeping his way to the top, but Gianni seriously is such a talented dancer. His moves are fluid and beautiful, like a gazelle, and his expressions are well…expressive.

It was like seeing the canvas before Mona Lisa, watching the dancers practice in their danskin, and honestly they're a lot more laid back and jovial than I thought.

I sat as an engaged spectator, it wasn't early at all. Training always starts at 10 in the morning, but Gianni took me out to the clubs after dinner at Bar Masa, and we were joined by the other dancers. It was clear that Daisuke Ogura, another principal male dancer, was a jealous rival. And the prima, Bella Garrett who is good friends with Gianni, and is to play Eurydice, confirmed it.

Apparently Daisuke is the hardest working dancer in the company, and he feels as though Gianni has everything handed to him.

The rivalry in ballet can be an ugly thing, I wish Daisuke saw how well revered he is and focused on that.

I was a little afraid to hang out with a bunch of ballet dancers, I'm not gracefully lithe and swanlike, I'm short and soft, definitely no abs or muscle. But everyone has been so kind to me so far, including me in conversations, laughing together, and Raquel Johnson, a principal dancer, was my main dance partner at two out of four of the clubs we danced at.

So 10 in the morning might as well be five in the morning to me right now. My Starbucks London fog latte wasn't helping me much either. I could barely even get dressed this morning, thank God Gianni's lavish marble shower has a seat, or I would have collapsed. Black biker shorts, an old oversized Smiths t-shirt, and black uggs were all I could manage this morning. My bleached wavy curls were tossed up in a messy top knot, just a nose stud and my staple ear studs were my only jewelry, and as for makeup, only Vaseline's rosy lips painted my lips.

I was starving, Gianni packed his breakfast. It was just a banana, an apple, trail mix, and a protein bar.

After taking some pictures to send to my little sister Larissa, who's fifteen and attends the Marat Daukayev Ballet School back home. I told Gianni I was going to go grab something to eat, he didn't mind, training lasted from ten in the morning to six at night.

I tossed on my Daria canvas jacket, my black square sunglasses, grabbed my black vegan leather and chains mini backpack, and headed out.

I went to a bagel shop nearby on 2nd avenue, called NY Jumbo Bagels. It's a perfect New York bagel nosh, the kind you'd see in a movie in the 80s or 90s, I felt like Kim Basinger almost.

I salivated at the smell and sight, deciding on the LEO bagel (Lox, eggs, and onion on bagel), and the two eggs, fries, and coffee special. It was a lot of food, but I was absolutely famished. But, before I could pull out my card to pay, a beautiful voice caught between deep and light with a laziness to it cut through, with the swipe of a black card. "I'll take care of that Hannah."

I whipped my head back so fast I got whiplash. Standing there towering over me looking devilishly handsome in a Chorus Line hat and expensive sweats, was none other than Timothée Chalamet.

How was this happening? Of course the hottest man on the planet caught me pigging out in my bumming-it-couture.

I didn't even have makeup on, my hair looked crazy, curly, didn't make the call backs for Pam Anderson style, oh I could throw myself into the Hudson.

But he was just staring at me, with those gorgeous sleepy eyes. That smile that yanked on my heart chords, and he smells so good oh God I wanted to lick him, I wanted to get down on my knees and yanked down those sweats and take his cock down my throat.

"Yury, right?"

Fuck me, he remembered.

"Uh yeah."

He chuckled and I bit back a groan. "It's funny how we Uh, keep running into each other."

"Yeah, meant to be or something like that."

Ugh, don't tease me. "Something Like that." I said with a nervous laugh. "I look like such a mess."

"Oh come on, you look like you wandered out of an urban outfitters catalog, I look like I just rolled out of bed."

"Okay it's a little too early for recreational drugs, you're crazy if you think you look like a mess. " I laughed.

He laughed too and it was authentic, carefree, and dorky which was so sexy. "It's never too early for recreational drug use!" He winked. "But I'm serious, you look…" His eyes took their time combing over me, lingering a little bit on the black lace strap of the bralette I wore under my t-shirt. I felt my cheeks heat. "Warm, soft, and pretty."

He finds me pretty? I couldn't stop the smile forming on my lips.

He ended up ordering the same as me, and we sat together at his table outside. He looked perfect, sitting there blasé, fry in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Our knees touched and I felt the springs boing in my spinal cord and heart.

"So, how are you enjoying the big apple? Have you seen all the cliches yet?" He smiled and sipped his coffee before taking a drag from his cigarette, my eyes focused on his lip as some escaped from his pursed lips. "Oh I'm so sorry, does smoking bother you?"

"No! Not at all, I mean all my exes smoked–" I babbled.

His eyebrows attractively shot up as he smiled with his teeth. "So what I'm hearing is that you like guys that smoke?"

I swallowed and licked my lips, feeling his eyes on my throat and mouth. I felt a little bold. "Maybe it has something to do with poetry and rock n roll or something, I find it ignorantly romantic."

"Good, so I can get away with this."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Get away with what?"

"This." He breathed, and he leaned in smelling like Marlboro, Chanel, and fries. His mouth, his lips are surprisingly soft and he tastes like cherry chapstick, coffee, cigarettes, and remnants of ibuprofen. An arm curled around my waist pulling me in close and I found my hands cupping his diamond sharp jaw with silky skin. He tilted his head kissing me in slow devouring, brushing against mine before sucking on it.

We kissed until we were reminded that we were human beings who needed to breathe to live. I pulled my lips back, panting, feeling dizzy and I even let slip a giggle.

He smiled with a breathy laugh, his two front teeth are so cute like a bunny, I forgot myself and licked them. This emitted a low groan from, he clutched my waist and pulled me into his lap. I was nervous I'd crush him and tried to move off but his grip was strong and he didn't let me move as he kissed up my neck. I bit down hard on my lip to prevent a squeal, and kissed up to my ear and spoke into it. "You're spending the day with me, boy."

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