"So close to being off work, then home to watch the new season of RuPaul's Drag Race," I tell myself, hoping to make this incredibly slow night go by faster. The bell above the door dings. Well shit, looks like we have a live one. "Hi, what can I get for you?" I ask. Is he going to answer? I wonder, and as that thought crosses my mind he looks up from his phone, and I'll be damned. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He has flawless pale skin, and those eyes- cerulean blue- that look to go on forever, perfect full, pink, lips, the bottom one sucked in as he chews on it. Oh what I would give to bite that lip. Woah! Where did that come from? Hmm. Let's have some fun with those one, he'll probably be my last customer anyway.
"Well gorgeous, what can I get for you tonight?" I ask again. Is that a blush? Oh yes, it is and it does nothing, but to make him look even more delicious.
"Uhm, can I just get, uh, coffee. Black," he answers.
"Hum. Just a black coffee? Sure you don't want any cream or sugar in that?" He shakes his head no. "Alright, that will be $3.85." As I ring him up I couldn't help, but look at the name on the card he handed me. "So, Alexander, what brings you out tonight? Pulling an all-nighter for school, or just one of those guys that appreciates coffee at any given time of the day?" I ask while I make brew a fresh pot of coffee. Normally I would just give the customer the one that's been sitting out, but I'm enjoying his presence.
"Alec," he responds, leaving me slightly confused.
"Oh, umm. My name is Alexander, but I prefer to be called Alec and everyone, but my parents, calls me Alec. I suppose I am just one of those people who enjoys coffee anytime of the day," he explains.
"Alec, hum? Nope, I think I will call you Alexander. It is so much sexier," I respond with a wink. The cutest blush crosses his cheek.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't believe Izzy talked me into this. It isn't like I was stalking him. Just because I happened to walk by to see if he was working and watched him for a few minutes before continuing on. Okay, maybe just a little stalking. Well, it's now or never, seeing as how they close in ten minutes. And I am not going to test Izzy's threat of cutting of certain body parts if I don't go in this time. I hear the small 'ding' of the bell as I open the door and walk in.
"Hi, what can I get for you?" he asks. Even his voice is attractive. I slowly look up from my phone, (of which I was doing absolutely nothing on). The first thing I notice are his eyes. They're this strange mix of yellow-green, or maybe green with flecks of yellow, I'm not sure. I swear I could look at them all day. His lips are full and shiny, lip gloss, I presume. His skin is a perfect honey complexion. As I try not to stare I realize he is smirking at me, so of course I start to blush.
"Well gorgeous, what can I get for you tonight?" he asks again. Damn, I totally forgot he asked me what I wanted. With my inability to do anything smoothly I stutter out the first thing that comes to mind.
"Um, can I just get, uh, coffee. Black."
"Hum. Just a black coffee? Sure you don't want any cream or sugar in that?" he asks me. I shake my head. "Alright, that will be $3.85." I hand him my card. I see him glance at it, unsure why, until, "So Alexander, what brings you out tonight? Pulling an all-nighter for school, or just one of those guys that appreciates coffee any time of day?" Oh. He wanted my name from the card. Duh.
"Alec," I respond.
"What?" he asks, a slightly confused expression on his face, and I realize that I didn't actually answer his question.
"Oh, um, my name is Alexander, but I prefer to be called Alec. Everyone, but my parents, calls me Alec. I suppose I am one of those people that just enjoys coffee at any time of the day," I answer, realizing I am rambling. I look at my shoes. I noticed that he had started a fresh pot of coffee for the one cup that I ordered, which is a little weird considering most of the time when you come in this close to closing time they just give you the lukewarm coffee that's been sitting there. He looks at me, and of course, without stuttering, responds with, "Alex. Nope, I think I will call you Alexander, it is so much sexier." And, oh my god, he winks at me. for the second time in under ten minutes I feel my face heat up in a blush.
He hands me my coffee, and when I reach my skims against his, and I look up to see him smiling at me. I can't help but to smile back at him. As I open the door to exit he calls my name, so I turn to look at him.
"Call me," he says. As I head back to my apartment, wondering how the hell I'm supposed to call him, I look down at my cup, and written across the top in purple sharpie is Magnus followed by his number.
Well, that was unexpected. I think to myself as I finish cleaning up the store and leave for the night, thoughts of blue-eyed beauties and hopes of a very welcome interruption in a phone call while watching RuPaul's Drag Race tonight.