Chapter 7
“Remus!” Mary shouts, “Remus, why didn’t you tell me that Sirius Black apparently comes here now!?”
“Because he’s a bloody arsehole, that’s why!” Remus yells in response.
Mary stares at him in shock, mouth opening and closing like she’s a fish out of water.
“Did you just call Sirius Black an arsehole to Mary’s face?” Dorcas (Marlene’s girlfriend who also works at the coffee shop) snickers.
“Should I not have?” Remus questions, looking at Mary in concern.
“No! Mary’s been crushing on him since Uni!”
“Mary, really?”
“Yes! He’s so cute!”
“You’re dating Lily.”
“Lily knows and doesn’t care. I think.”
“Oh, Lord.”
He turns his head when he hears the familiar chime of the door opening.
Remus sighs, and walks out, putting on his smile.
“Hello, how can I help you?” He asks.
“Your name wouldn’t happen to start with ‘Re’, would it?” one of the boys asks. He has glasses, skin the color of those little cookies they give you on airplanes that you can literally never find anywhere else, and messy black hair. The man next to him is fair-skinned, with a frown firmly plastered on his mouth. He has calculating grey eyes, and curly black hair, which is neatly styled on top of his head. Biscoff-cookie boy is wearing a maroon button-down, paired with dark blue jeans, and the other boy is wearing a dark sweatshirt with even darker leggings.
“Yes, actually, it does.” Remus says, curious now. Nobody comes in and asks for his name.
“Reg! We’ve found the one!” Biscoff-boy cheers.
“James, be quiet. It might not be the one.” Reg says cooly.
“I’m sorry, but what’s happening?” Remus questions.
“Oh, yes, sorry. My name is James, and this is Regulus, my beautiful boyfriend. Our friend, Sirius, was blushing furiously when he got home yesterday, so of course we teased him about it. He said that the person's name was ‘Re-’ and then he cut himself off, so we’ve been touring the different Starbucks’, looking for someone who’s name starts with that.” Biscoff-boy (James) says.
“Oh, yeah. He came in yesterday, two minutes before we closed. Kept asking if I knew who he was. Bit of an arsehole. Oi! Mary! There’s a boy named James here and he’s friends with Sirius.” Remus says, turning to shout for Mary and Dorcas.
“James Potter?!” Mary squeaked from behind the door, before peeking her head out a little bit and jumping. “Holy shit! James Potter’s here!”
“Hey!” James said, waving.
“Fucking Christ. Remus, did you put something in my morning coffee? Am I hallucinating?” Dorcas chuckles, walking out from behind the door.
“No.” Remus says, face deadpan.
“O-kay then. Um, Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, would you mind stepping outside for a minute? I think you’re giving Mary a heart attack.” Dorcas asks them, quirking an eyebrow.
“Sure. Remus, can we talk to you?” Regulus asks, before turning and promptly walking out of the door.
Dorcas looks at Remus, but Remus just shrugs, then follows Regulus.
“So, Sirius came home yesterday,” James begins, excited, “And he had the most dopey look on his face. We think he has a crush on you!”
“He does.” Remus confirms, “Please keep him, I don’t want him.”
Regulus just about dies of laughter.
“Too late, mate.” He says finally, still chuckling, “He’s picked you and he won’t stop until you pick him back.”
Remus groans.
“I didn’t even know you lot existed until yesterday when he came in two minutes before we closed.” He explains.
“Yeah, that’s Sirius for you.” James agrees, grinning, “Also, when our next album drops, it’s very likely that he’ll have written a song for you, just so you’re aware.”
Remus groans again.
“Well, we’ve got to go, but we’ll try to keep Sirius off your tail.” Regulus tells Remus, patting him on the shoulder.
“Wait!” Remus says, struck with a sudden idea, “I’m going to give you my number. Tell him you got it or something. Operation make Sirius Black Angry He Ever Stepped Foot In My Coffee Shop starts now.”
“I like you.” Regulus nods.
They exchange phone numbers.
“Ta ta!” James says, waving, and then they turn the corner and leave.
Remus is very proud of himself. He’d never thought he’d get this opportunity.
He turns around and heads straight back into the coffee shop.