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Suna was beyond annoyed. His supplier for flowers delivered the wrong variety of tulips, causing a major delay in their orders. Then, they ran out of decorative ribbons, leaving only a few rolls of ugly yellow and criminally bright green. Now, he only found out his favorite café was closed for the day due to some emergencies when he was already outside the establishment.
So, in hopes of finding a cafe to get his usually unusual cup of latte, he aimlessly walked around the streets of Kyoto until he spotted an empty café across the street, behind the building where his flower shop was. 'Huh, I didn't know there was around a cafe here,' he thought, crossing the street.
The cafe's exterior and interior were blue and white, giving off a cloudy aesthetic. 'Cloud's brew,' the hanging sign at the top says.
Once he crossed the street, he immediately entered the cafe, desperate to get caffeine in his system. As he entered, the aromatic smell of coffee and a soft 'welcome!' from the person at the front greeted him; he couldn't help but let a small smile tug at his lips at the fragrance that enveloped the cafe.
As he approached the counter at the front, he instantly scanned the menu despite knowing he would just order his usual latte. A few moments later, he dropped his head to face the person in front of him.
He couldn't help but feel his breathe hitch as he was greeted by the most stunning set of soft blue eyes he had ever seen. "uhm, h-hi,"
"hello, what would you like today?" the barista— Akaashi, the name tag on his apron says— politely asked, his hand hovering over the screen of the cash register, ready to punch down rintarou's order. "Just a latte please, and I'll have it to go."
he muttered, unable to drag his eyes away from the barista's. nodding at him with a small smile on his lips, Akaashi punched down his order and dictated the amount he needed to pay; nodding mindlessly, his gaze still stuck on the other man's face, he pulled out his wallet and took out a bill.
"not to be rude, but don't you have a much smaller amount than that?" he politely, once again, asked, pointing at the bill on rintarou's hand. pulling his gaze away from the barista’s, he looked down at his wallet and he indeed took a large amount of money. Rintarou let out an embarrassed chuckle before taking out the right amount with an apology.
"It's okay, please take a seat. I'll call your name when it is ready, uhm—"
"Suna"
"Suna-san"
muttering a thank you, rintarou sat at one of the tables close to the wall, silently watching as akaashi prepared his drink. while waiting he couldn't help but think back on their short exchange,
other than the barista's gorgeous eyes, he had black glasses on that paired well with his facial shape, and lastly, Akaashi's lips reminded him of that of a pillow; it looked soft and glossy, 'so kissable' he thought.
as he continued to admire the barista, he was snapped out of his daze when he heard his name being called; akaashi standing at the counter with a drink in his hand. deciding last minute, he took a napkin from the holder on the table and hastily wrote his number before standing up to collect his drink— and maybe a date, if fate allows him.
"here you go, suna-san." akaashi carefully placed his cup on the counter, the name Suna written in kanji adorning the sleeve of the cup. gathering the courage, he put on his best smile and—
"would you be interested in having lunch with me, Akaashi-kun?" he asked, coolly taking the cup and taking a sip from it as he waited for the other's reply, his other hand tucked in his sweater pocket where it clenches the napkin with his number on it.
smirking, akaashi leaned over the counter, putting his face close to the other man's before answering, "Well, Rintarou-kun, I am unfortunately busy during lunch as I am the owner of this café we are currently standing in but," he paused, smiling at rintarou, the faint pink in his cheeks now more visible, "dinner is much better, no?"
ignoring the way his name rolled off the tongue of the barista made him feel and how he knew his name, he, too, leaned closer; their breaths softly mingling with each other's. "I understand, so dinner then Akaashi-kun?"
"yes, Friday night?" the blue-eyed beauty replied, his smile turning into a small toothy grin.
rintarou couldn't help the smile etching his lips from growing as he nodded his head and took his hand out of his pocket, giving the barista his number before bidding goodbye and leaving the café, with the latte he ordered from— his now favorite— café in his hand.
walking back to his shop, he placed his hand on top of his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart and a hard object poking his finger— a name tag with the name rintarou etched in it.