“Welcome to- Hobie I’ve already told you-,”
“Not happy to see me, babes?”
Miles had been working at this cafe for a while now to fund his Jordan addiction, his parents think it’s a good means for Miles to ‘learn about the real adult life’ but he was satisfied with them thinking about it that way, mainly because they like to add that on top of their bragging list for Miles. Which was a win for him and for them, There was one problem, however.
“I’m happy to see you anywhere but here,”
His boyfriend
Hobie had been coming here since he found out about it and hasn’t missed a single shift that Miles had been working at all. And every time he would order the same ‘Vanilla latte with oat milk and oat whip because as much as I love you I don’t trust you to make a cup of tea’
But more importantly, he would always ask for a 20 % discount for a kiss. And as much as Miles would do anything for his boyfriend he would not get fired.
“Well that’s a bloody shame ain’t it?” His voice was laced with the playful trouble stirring tone he often had, Miles already wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose just at the sight of him.
“$2.50,” he deadpanned, Hobie seemed taken aback and placed a hand on his chest. Of course, he was going to drag this out.
“I haven’t ordered yet babes,”
“Don’t play Hobie, $2.50,” Miles deadpanned, while Hobie leaned over the counter.
“I want a brownie as well,” At this point, Miles knew that he was trying to annoy him. And if this was anyone other than Hobie he wouldn’t feel so worked up right now.
“And?”
Hobie leaned forward over the counter “Tell me, what else,”
“You’re not getting a kiss discount,”
“It’s you who said so, I didn’t mention anything about a kiss discount,” Hobie batted his eyes innocently and Miles resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he was not going to lose his job over ‘issues in customer service’
“I can give you a kiss Hobie, but not a discount,” Hobie leaned even more over the marble counter making kissy faces at Miles who felt his face grow warm while the student that had been eating in line watched the encounter with an amused face.
Miles gave him the quickest peck he think he had ever given and pushed him back, “go and sit over there and I’ll make your drink,”
Hobie seemed reluctant but he moved over there anyway. Muttering something along the lines of ‘you'd think he's the bloody prime minister giving me orders and high prices’ It was a speech that Miles had heard before unfortunately, so he got to work hoping that this cool-down time will allow him to calm down from the taunting he had received.
“Love of my life, Hobie Brown- what does leng* even mean?” Miles read out the cup and felt the sudden urge to kick one of Hobie’s freakishly long legs. Hobie booped his nose making Miles scrunch it in mock repulsion, he knew just how to get under his skin- whether that was a good or bad thing, he had yet to decide.
“You think I am, so that's all that matters” Hobie did his little salute-type wave after he grabbed his drink “I'll link* with you later tonight baby, oh - and you have cream on your nose,”
He was annoying. But he was sweet and he was his - who could complain? And there was no doubt it would be the same tomorrow.