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writetomyheart2015-01-11 09:51 pm
funkysparks.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-01-11 09:51 pm
[Team Three] Like Candy
Posting later than I had hoped to (and later than the deadline oops) but I didn't want to have to skip again. This was actually written awhile back as part of another fic but didn't make the final cut. I probably need to take a step back from cafe scenarios after this though lol Title inspired by Candy ~Can U Be My Baby~ xD
Ears perking up when he hears the chime of the bell as the door slides open, Kento greets the customer with a cheery “Welcome!” Switching off the tap and watching as the customer takes a seat in a booth next to the window, he picks up a cloth and wipes his hands dry. “Good morning, sir.” Kento asks politely, bright smile firmly in place as he approaches the table and hands the menu over to the customer who nods and takes it from him. He stands there holding his pen and notepad, ready to take the order and waits as the customer flips through the menu. It’s a hot day, Kento notes as he looks out the window at the bustle of people outside, but it is cool and quiet inside the small cafe where only a couple of tables are occupied. The customer clears his throat, distracting Kento from his thoughts and he can feel a light pink dusting his cheeks at being caught daydreaming. “Sorry, sir.” Kento apologises softly. “How may I help you?”
“What would you recommend?” The customer is still bent over, nose scrunched up as he scrutinises the drinks menu.
“Since it’s such a hot day outside, how about an iced caramel macchiato? It’s one of our most popular drinks and also my favourite.” Kento replies chirpily and as he leans over to point it out on the menu, he catches a whiff of something sweet. Peach, he thinks and smiles inwardly that the customer in front of him, who looks so cool, would be using such a feminine scent.
The customer closes the menu and hands it back to Kento. “Okay, I’ll have one of that.”
“Certainly.” Kento writes the order down and reaches to retrieve the menu when he makes eye contact with the customer for the first time. “Kikuchi Fuma-kun?” He asks, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.
“Do I know you?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Fuma takes a closer look at him. “... Nakajima Kento?”
“How…” Kento starts to ask when he follows Fuma’s line of sight to his name tag, pinned prominently on his white shirt. Of course. “We go to the same school. You’re pretty popular, you know.” Kento replies with a slightly embarrassed laugh before he excuses himself and hurries off to the counter to pass the order to the barista. A few minutes later, Kento returns and carefully places a tall glass on the table. As Fuma stirs the two-toned drink to even out the flavours and takes a sip, Kento hugs the serving tray to his chest and watches Fuma’s expression closely.
“It’s a little sweet…” Fuma comments in between sips and Kento can feel his heart starting to sink. “But I like it. Good choice.”
Kento feels the relief washing over him and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “I’m glad you like it.” Kento beams brightly before returning to his chores, bustling around the cafe with a light spring in his steps, completely missing the inquisitive glances that Fuma cast his way.
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Ears perking up when he hears the chime of the bell as the door slides open, Kento greets the customer with a cheery “Welcome!” Switching off the tap and watching as the customer takes a seat in a booth next to the window, he picks up a cloth and wipes his hands dry. “Good morning, sir.” Kento asks politely, bright smile firmly in place as he approaches the table and hands the menu over to the customer who nods and takes it from him. He stands there holding his pen and notepad, ready to take the order and waits as the customer flips through the menu. It’s a hot day, Kento notes as he looks out the window at the bustle of people outside, but it is cool and quiet inside the small cafe where only a couple of tables are occupied. The customer clears his throat, distracting Kento from his thoughts and he can feel a light pink dusting his cheeks at being caught daydreaming. “Sorry, sir.” Kento apologises softly. “How may I help you?”
“What would you recommend?” The customer is still bent over, nose scrunched up as he scrutinises the drinks menu.
“Since it’s such a hot day outside, how about an iced caramel macchiato? It’s one of our most popular drinks and also my favourite.” Kento replies chirpily and as he leans over to point it out on the menu, he catches a whiff of something sweet. Peach, he thinks and smiles inwardly that the customer in front of him, who looks so cool, would be using such a feminine scent.
The customer closes the menu and hands it back to Kento. “Okay, I’ll have one of that.”
“Certainly.” Kento writes the order down and reaches to retrieve the menu when he makes eye contact with the customer for the first time. “Kikuchi Fuma-kun?” He asks, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.
“Do I know you?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Fuma takes a closer look at him. “... Nakajima Kento?”
“How…” Kento starts to ask when he follows Fuma’s line of sight to his name tag, pinned prominently on his white shirt. Of course. “We go to the same school. You’re pretty popular, you know.” Kento replies with a slightly embarrassed laugh before he excuses himself and hurries off to the counter to pass the order to the barista. A few minutes later, Kento returns and carefully places a tall glass on the table. As Fuma stirs the two-toned drink to even out the flavours and takes a sip, Kento hugs the serving tray to his chest and watches Fuma’s expression closely.
“It’s a little sweet…” Fuma comments in between sips and Kento can feel his heart starting to sink. “But I like it. Good choice.”
Kento feels the relief washing over him and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “I’m glad you like it.” Kento beams brightly before returning to his chores, bustling around the cafe with a light spring in his steps, completely missing the inquisitive glances that Fuma cast his way.
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