"Oh. You're new."
Dean drags his eyes into focus. There is indeed someone at the counter waiting for him to take their order. It really is too early for this. Who the hell wants coffee at five thirty? Who the hell else is unfortunate enough to be up at five thirty? This guy apparently.
"Wha'd'ya want?" Dean makes a half-hearted gesture to the menu board.
"House roast, black, large."
Dean grunts his assent and turns away to whip it up. Unfortunately, Dean works at a high end coffee shop—no instant here. This is a point that Dean normally likes, the fact that he isn't just pouring hot water into instant coffee or letting a machine do the work, this is something that only a human can do, and only a few can do well. But it is five frickin' thirty in the morning, anything that requires more brainpower than breathing is to be frowned upon, coffee making included.
Begrudgingly, Dean forces himself out of his half-asleep haze and made the coffee as quickly as his sleep addled fingers will allow—without him accidently grinding one up, that is. Once done, Dean hands over the nice ceramic mug and saucer and gets the requisite amount of money in return (exact change, must be a repeat customer; or crazy person, exact change is weird).
Then the dude, who looks more like he's just rolled out of bed than Dean, lifts the cup to his lips straight away.
"Woah!" Dean's eyes widen as he wakes more in that moment than he has within the last half hour, "careful, it's hot!"
The warning goes entirely unheeded, but there are no yelps of pain or a face scrunched up in discomfort, only a small, deep whisper of 'watery' before the man turns around and find himself a seat in the empty café.
So, as said, I went on VK, and on the 10hr plane ride home, I wrote a coffee shop AU.