#dairy entry 19: blue lock!

[the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm]

you met meguru for the first time when you went to your usual coffee shop for your regular when you see a new worker there. to be honest, what really brought your attention to him were his eyes. they were intense and beautiful. your first thought was:

"damn, he's pretty."

it was almost cliché how the cafe was empty and his co-worker went out for his lunch break. it was almost like it was only you and him (except for the two people on their laptops, not minding anything going on around them.)

you walk over to the counter and meguru turns around to take your order. his first thought when he saw you was:

"damn, she's pretty."

you guys started talking to each other. you, a random stranger who walked into the coffee shop. and meguru, a high schooler who just felt like working a part-time job because he needed to buy new cleats.

you placed your order and slowly, your relationship developed. you always came in during his shifts and he would always make sure he would help his co-worker so he would leave for his lunch break when you come in.

you talked about school, family, funny or memorable things that happened during the day or sometimes just, basking in the peaceful silence. you'd sit near the counter, so you could be closer to him. (meguru, however, would randomly break the silence by making weird noises. his usual one being cat meows.)

today, however, was not the best of days. one, the shop was crowded, and all the seats next to the counter was taken. so you had to sit at a table at the back of the shop. you could see meguru and his co-worker struggling to make sure all the orders would be ready. you felt bad putting your own order, but to be honest, you didn't think you could go another moment without your shot of caffeine. you could already feel a headache coming up.

meguru flashed you a grin before telling you to go back and sit and that he'd come and give you your coffee when he was done making it.

"hi there. he's your coffee and your 3 packets of sugar."

exactly like you ordered it.

"i didn't think they give you your coffee with the sugar packets.", you teased.

two can play that game, he thought.

"a special customer deserves special treatment, don't they?" he winked.

he winked and walked away. he winked that annoyingly beautiful wink of his and walked away.

the tension. the tension between you both was so thick that you could cut it with a metal ruler. 

you quietly sipped your coffee, and that’s exactly when meguru decided to bump into your hand, making you spill a few drops of your drink.

“great. thank you so much for spilling this for me.” you said, slightly sarcastically, but you couldn’t really stop the smile from reaching your eyes because what’s better than seeing your crush barista holding your favorite dessert?

“well sorry about that. you do have some napkins, so i believe i made your cleaning process much easier.” he nodded towards the napkins.

“such a good barista, and didn’t the sign say that customer satisfaction for guaranteed?” you muttered.

you picked up a napkin and there it was. meguru bachira’s number. you stared at it for a whole minute, and you could just see meguru’s smirk. without skipping a beat, you took the same napkin with the number on it, and wiped the coffee off the table, successfully smearing the number.

“oops. guess i can’t call you, huh?”

the look of pure surprise on his face was almost comical, and followed by the sputters was even better.

“i hate you. you don’t deserve customer satisfaction.” he pouted and said.

you noted that there was no real malice behind it.

you giggled before winking at him. you took a bite of your almond croissant and smiled.

“at least the croissant is good.” you grinned.

“i’ll make sure i’ll never heat it up again then. you know how hard it is to control the knob on the microwave yet i still do it for you. you’re so mean, you know?”

that pout added more years to my life, you thought.

“sorry meguru. maybe shoot your shot tomorrow?”

“yeah, yeah sure. shoot my shot, my ass. i’ll not heat up your croissant. then we’ll see who’ll shoot their shot.” he pouted before walking back to the counter.

little did meguru know that you had memorized his number and that he’ll be getting a call tonight.

[the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm]

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you met meguru for the first time when you went to your usual coffee shop for your regular when you see a new worker there. to be honest, what really brought your attention to him were his eyes. they were intense and beautiful. your first thought was:

"damn, he's pretty."

it was almost cliché how the cafe was empty and his co-worker went out for his lunch break. it was almost like it was only you and him (except for the two people on their laptops, not minding anything going on around them.)

you walk over to the counter and meguru turns around to take your order. his first thought when he saw you was:

"damn, she's pretty."

you guys started talking to each other. you, a random stranger who walked into the coffee shop. and meguru, a high schooler who just felt like working a part-time job because he needed to buy new cleats.

you placed your order and slowly, your relationship developed. you always came in during his shifts and he would always make sure he would help his co-worker so he would leave for his lunch break when you come in.

you talked about school, family, funny or memorable things that happened during the day or sometimes just, basking in the peaceful silence. you'd sit near the counter, so you could be closer to him. (meguru, however, would randomly break the silence by making weird noises. his usual one being cat meows.)

today, however, was not the best of days. one, the shop was crowded, and all the seats next to the counter was taken. so you had to sit at a table at the back of the shop. you could see meguru and his co-worker struggling to make sure all the orders would be ready. you felt bad putting your own order, but to be honest, you didn't think you could go another moment without your shot of caffeine. you could already feel a headache coming up.

meguru flashed you a grin before telling you to go back and sit and that he'd come and give you your coffee when he was done making it.

"hi there. he's your coffee and your 3 packets of sugar."

exactly like you ordered it.

"i didn't think they give you your coffee with the sugar packets.", you teased.

two can play that game, he thought.

"a special customer deserves special treatment, don't they?" he winked.

he winked and walked away. he winked that annoyingly beautiful wink of his and walked away.

the tension. the tension between you both was so thick that you could cut it with a metal ruler. 

you quietly sipped your coffee, and that’s exactly when meguru decided to bump into your hand, making you spill a few drops of your drink.

“great. thank you so much for spilling this for me.” you said, slightly sarcastically, but you couldn’t really stop the smile from reaching your eyes because what’s better than seeing your crush barista holding your favorite dessert?

“well sorry about that. you do have some napkins, so i believe i made your cleaning process much easier.” he nodded towards the napkins.

“such a good barista, and didn’t the sign say that customer satisfaction for guaranteed?” you muttered.

you picked up a napkin and there it was. meguru bachira’s number. you stared at it for a whole minute, and you could just see meguru’s smirk. without skipping a beat, you took the same napkin with the number on it, and wiped the coffee off the table, successfully smearing the number.

“oops. guess i can’t call you, huh?”

the look of pure surprise on his face was almost comical, and followed by the sputters was even better.

“i hate you. you don’t deserve customer satisfaction.” he pouted and said.

you noted that there was no real malice behind it.

you giggled before winking at him. you took a bite of your almond croissant and smiled.

“at least the croissant is good.” you grinned.

“i’ll make sure i’ll never heat it up again then. you know how hard it is to control the knob on the microwave yet i still do it for you. you’re so mean, you know?”

that pout added more years to my life, you thought.

“sorry meguru. maybe shoot your shot tomorrow?”

“yeah, yeah sure. shoot my shot, my ass. i’ll not heat up your croissant. then we’ll see who’ll shoot their shot.” he pouted before walking back to the counter.

little did meguru know that you had memorized his number and that he’ll be getting a call tonight.