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kohakuI wrote something!
Title: To Go
Word Count: 1,956
Pairing: J2
Summary: Jensen really only wanted his usual coffee...
Notes: Silme wanted a Starbucks!AU and I told her there would be no way in hell I'd be writing this. So here it is. I even topped her request by setting it during Christmas time. Hah! And since Jeff looks kinda cute in a red Starbucks apron, he's in this too. And yes, I'm that big a sap. Comments are ♥
Jensen came in and shook the snowflakes out of his short hair. Jeff watched him from behind the counter, grinning slightly. Jensen was very thankful that it was quiet today so they could maybe have their usual Saturday chat.
“Cold,“ Jensen said by way of explanation, smiling.
“I'm glad to be at work, for once,“ Jeff answered. “And not on my way to work on some paper like other people.”
“Hah, yeah, maybe I even believe you.”
“Are you staying in today?”
Jensen shook his head.
“No, not today. Need to go to the library.”
“Shame. The usual?”
Jensen nodded, and Jeff scribbled his name on one of the paper cups, turning to ask Jensen about his day when the door opens with a chime.
“Fuck, it's cold,” the new guy said, rubbing his hands together.
“What can I get you?”
Jensen shuffled his feet, waved a little and moved to the other end of the counter. Jeff huffed, but smiled at the new guy, setting Jensen's cup aside.
“Did I skip in line?”
“Nah, that was. Nah.”
“Good. Tall Gingersnap Latte.”
“Whipped cream?”
“Sure.”
“Can I ask your name?”
“Jared.”
Jeff scribbled it onto a new cup, casting a glance in Jensen's direction, who was already receiving his Americano. Jensen smiled sheepishly at him.
“See you on Monday,” Jeff called out when Jensen slid through the door, raising one hand in greeting.
“I interrupted you two, didn't I,” Jared said quietly.
“What? No! No, it's fine. Sorry about that. We just sometimes chat.”
Jared paid for his drink and lingered for a moment.
“I, um. Saw the sign, and I...”
“Yeah, still hiring, if that's what you mean.”
“Yeah.”
Jeff rubbed the back of his neck.
“Ever worked in a coffee shop before?”
“Once, in my hometown.”
“Well, it's pretty busy right now,” Jeff said into the almost empty shop, “When could you start?”
When Jensen came in the next Monday, the Jazzy Christmas music was a bit louder than usual and someone was singing along not too quietly and it couldn't be Jeff because he sounded different and hardly ever sang these days and not to Christmas songs ever. Jensen blinked.
“You're running late, overslept?” Jeff greeted him.
“Yeah. And the bed was warm.”
“I take it you need to run then?”
Jensen paused when he saw Jared behind the counter.
“Uh.”
“New employee.”
“Didn't he... Saturday, I mean.”
“Yep,” Jeff said, grinning, “I thought he was cute so I hired him.”
“Without seeing his credentials?” Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“Aw, of course I saw them. He brought all his papers along.”
Jeff sounded almost a little proud and gave Jared a pad. Jensen gaped a little.
“Uh, so.”
“The usual? To run this time?”
Jensen looked at his watch.
“Damn. No, will miss the first one no matter what. I'll stay here and try and get warm.”
“That's a first.”
Jeff grinned at him, scribbled his name onto a post it and stuck it to a mug.
“Jared, tall Americano for Mr Ackles here.”
“Sure thing.”
Jensen waited for his coffee, accepting it from Jared who looked at the post it intently as if making sure if Jensen really was Jensen before handing it over. Jensen picked a table near the counter, getting out his books and trying to read while wrapping one hand around the mug.
The next day when Jensen got his coffee, there was a smiley face on his paper cup and Jared was beaming at him from behind the coffee maker.
The following day the music was playing low again, and Jeff was alone behind the counter. Jensen tried very hard not to be disappointed.
“Jared's not in?”
“What? You miss him already?” Jeff smirked.
“No. I just. No.”
“He got the late shift today. Which means he will be here after your 3 o'clock class.”
Jensen was back at 3.30 and Ella Fitzgerald was blaring from the speakers while Jared tried to make Jeff sing along to Winter Wonderland. Jensen laughed under his breath.
The next day was Thursday, which was by definition one of his coffee-less days, because he was working in the bookshop of the University and had to start too early to make a coffee run. Besides, the shop had a coffee machine in the break room, and while most days it was enough for his needed caffeine kick, today he found it lacking.
Friday, he ran by the coffee shop again, deciding that he had indeed enough time for a quick hello and a single cup of coffee. Jeff looked at him a little strangely.
“Morning there, sleepy head. It's Friday,” he stated.
“Yeah, I know.”
“You're never here on Fridays.”
“Not never, just not... Can I get a coffee?”
Jensen watched Jeff scribble his name onto a paper cup, ignoring the stupid smirk and the comment Jeff made under his breath before accepting Jensen's money.
The doorbell rang before Jensen got his coffee, so he shortened his attempt at small talk to “Hi, how are you” and took the cup from Jared's hands before Jared could say anything else. Only outside, he noticed the Missed you yesterday in messy script, as if written in a hurry before preparing somebody else's coffee.
Jensen had looked forward to Saturday, because Saturdays usually meant sleeping in and then holing up at the coffee shop with his laptop and books and watching the snow fall outside. When he came in, his usual spot in the corner was taken and Jared had a day off. It turned out to be a rather unproductive day even though Jeff brought him a free coffee.
Sunday, Jensen not only slept longer than he had intended too, but it was also one of his coffee-less days. He went for a run, crossing through the park and altering his usual route for a zigzag course towards the coffee shop. Jared was in, leaning against the counter and talking to Jeff, who seemingly never took a day off. Shaking his head, Jensen ran home, where he looked at the paper cups in his cupboard before settling to catch up on reading.
Monday was thankfully definitely coffee day.
“Saw you running yesterday,” Jared said, skipping the greeting, something he probably picked up from Jeff. Jensen still needed a moment too long to process.
“Right, I went by the store.”
“Yeah.”
They looked at each other and for the first time Jensen hoped the door bell would chime.
“So,” Jared said before Jensen could start to fidget, “You want whipped cream?”
“What? In my coffee? Are you insane?”
Jensen rescued his cup from Jared who was holding the cream too close to it.
“Aw, come on, you're always drinking this boring crap. What about the holiday specials?”
“What about them?”
“They have sugar and flavor.”
“Yeah, maybe I don't want those.”
Jared pouted. Clearly and obviously, and he did not even try to hide it. Jensen rolled his eyes.
Jared's pout was even worse on Tuesday. It didn't help that Jensen was late again and had to run and there was no time for even a small chat.
“Dude, what is it with you?” Jensen said on Wednesday, exasperated, because Jared was taking ages to prepare his fucking Americano and was still pouting.
“Nothing,” Jared said, quietly, and only then Jensen noticed that the music was quiet too.
“What are you doing here again,” Jeff was hollering from the back room, before coming to the front and looking at Jensen and then at Jared and then back to Jensen. Jared shoved the cup over the counter and went to the till.
“What,” Jensen said, when Jeff took him by the elbow and steered him towards the seating area in the back.
“I get it, and it is okay,” Jeff said, “But I kinda liked him bouncy and overcaffeinated and whatever you're doing, stop it. Or do it already. Or something. He isn't even playing his stupid Christmas music anymore.”
It helped that Jeff seemed at a loss too, so Jensen went back to the counter where Jared glared a little.
“Uh, so. Any holiday special you can recommend for someone with a much lower tolerance to sugar than yourself?”
Jared looked up and pretended to think about it.
“Peppermint or chocolate?”
“He gets this one for free,” Jeff shouted from the seating area where he had begun to wipe the tables.
“Chocolate,” Jensen said, and that seemed to be the right answer because Jared's face lit up.
The drink was not bad, even though Jared had insisted on the whipped cream because it went with the drink and could not, under no circumstances, be replaced by milk. Jared had taken a moment to scribble on the cup and then pulled a paper sleeve over it, grinning.
“I just know you'll come back to order one more of those sweet suckers,” Jared said instead of goodbye, and Jensen felt very tempted to agree. Admit you love it, his cup said, and Jensen shook his head and laughed a little.
Thursday, and the coffee from the break room tasted like limescale remover and Jensen was grumpy while going over lists in the back room. Cybill, the girl manning the till, came in with a red paper cup and a wicked grin.
“A real cute guy just left this for you,” she said.
“What?”
“Tall, brown hair, cute smile? Ring any bells?”
Jensen sprinted out as fast as he could but Jared was nowhere in sight. When he came back, Cybill winked at him and he held onto the cup for the next ten minutes, reading Jared's scribbled Thursdays suck and Lame coffee, come back for the good stuff.
Friday, Jensen came in and took the paper cup and magic marker from Jeff's hands. Jared, he wrote down, that gingersnap drink and his phone number. He gave Jeff the cup and pen back and paid for the drink.
“I'm going right home,” Jensen said to Jeff. He waited for a remark, but Jeff merely smiled and nodded.
His phone rang after two hours. Two hours that Jensen had spent pretending to look at a book about Magical realism.
“Hello?”
“Dude, Jeff gave me off early today. Is everything alright?”
Jensen laughed at that, because the answer was no and in a way yes.
“I kept the cups,” he said instead.
“What?”
“I kept them. Even the first one, with the smiley face.”
“You're such a sap.”
“Like you're not keeping the one with my number.”
“Yeah, but that has sentimental value, you see? Plus, you totally remembered my favorite drink.”
“The one with the most sugar, yeah.”
“You're breaking my heart.”
“Wanna go running on Sunday?”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow. I'll buy you a muffin. Can't have you blow your tution on coffee, man, no matter how much in love you are.”
Jensen laughed.
“You're one to talk,” he said, and Jared went quiet on the other end of the line. Jensen listened into the phone, not daring to say anything else.
“As long as I'm your favorite barista.”
“Always, Jared."
Title: To Go
Word Count: 1,956
Pairing: J2
Summary: Jensen really only wanted his usual coffee...
Notes: Silme wanted a Starbucks!AU and I told her there would be no way in hell I'd be writing this. So here it is. I even topped her request by setting it during Christmas time. Hah! And since Jeff looks kinda cute in a red Starbucks apron, he's in this too. And yes, I'm that big a sap. Comments are ♥
Jensen came in and shook the snowflakes out of his short hair. Jeff watched him from behind the counter, grinning slightly. Jensen was very thankful that it was quiet today so they could maybe have their usual Saturday chat.
“Cold,“ Jensen said by way of explanation, smiling.
“I'm glad to be at work, for once,“ Jeff answered. “And not on my way to work on some paper like other people.”
“Hah, yeah, maybe I even believe you.”
“Are you staying in today?”
Jensen shook his head.
“No, not today. Need to go to the library.”
“Shame. The usual?”
Jensen nodded, and Jeff scribbled his name on one of the paper cups, turning to ask Jensen about his day when the door opens with a chime.
“Fuck, it's cold,” the new guy said, rubbing his hands together.
“What can I get you?”
Jensen shuffled his feet, waved a little and moved to the other end of the counter. Jeff huffed, but smiled at the new guy, setting Jensen's cup aside.
“Did I skip in line?”
“Nah, that was. Nah.”
“Good. Tall Gingersnap Latte.”
“Whipped cream?”
“Sure.”
“Can I ask your name?”
“Jared.”
Jeff scribbled it onto a new cup, casting a glance in Jensen's direction, who was already receiving his Americano. Jensen smiled sheepishly at him.
“See you on Monday,” Jeff called out when Jensen slid through the door, raising one hand in greeting.
“I interrupted you two, didn't I,” Jared said quietly.
“What? No! No, it's fine. Sorry about that. We just sometimes chat.”
Jared paid for his drink and lingered for a moment.
“I, um. Saw the sign, and I...”
“Yeah, still hiring, if that's what you mean.”
“Yeah.”
Jeff rubbed the back of his neck.
“Ever worked in a coffee shop before?”
“Once, in my hometown.”
“Well, it's pretty busy right now,” Jeff said into the almost empty shop, “When could you start?”
When Jensen came in the next Monday, the Jazzy Christmas music was a bit louder than usual and someone was singing along not too quietly and it couldn't be Jeff because he sounded different and hardly ever sang these days and not to Christmas songs ever. Jensen blinked.
“You're running late, overslept?” Jeff greeted him.
“Yeah. And the bed was warm.”
“I take it you need to run then?”
Jensen paused when he saw Jared behind the counter.
“Uh.”
“New employee.”
“Didn't he... Saturday, I mean.”
“Yep,” Jeff said, grinning, “I thought he was cute so I hired him.”
“Without seeing his credentials?” Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“Aw, of course I saw them. He brought all his papers along.”
Jeff sounded almost a little proud and gave Jared a pad. Jensen gaped a little.
“Uh, so.”
“The usual? To run this time?”
Jensen looked at his watch.
“Damn. No, will miss the first one no matter what. I'll stay here and try and get warm.”
“That's a first.”
Jeff grinned at him, scribbled his name onto a post it and stuck it to a mug.
“Jared, tall Americano for Mr Ackles here.”
“Sure thing.”
Jensen waited for his coffee, accepting it from Jared who looked at the post it intently as if making sure if Jensen really was Jensen before handing it over. Jensen picked a table near the counter, getting out his books and trying to read while wrapping one hand around the mug.
The next day when Jensen got his coffee, there was a smiley face on his paper cup and Jared was beaming at him from behind the coffee maker.
The following day the music was playing low again, and Jeff was alone behind the counter. Jensen tried very hard not to be disappointed.
“Jared's not in?”
“What? You miss him already?” Jeff smirked.
“No. I just. No.”
“He got the late shift today. Which means he will be here after your 3 o'clock class.”
Jensen was back at 3.30 and Ella Fitzgerald was blaring from the speakers while Jared tried to make Jeff sing along to Winter Wonderland. Jensen laughed under his breath.
The next day was Thursday, which was by definition one of his coffee-less days, because he was working in the bookshop of the University and had to start too early to make a coffee run. Besides, the shop had a coffee machine in the break room, and while most days it was enough for his needed caffeine kick, today he found it lacking.
Friday, he ran by the coffee shop again, deciding that he had indeed enough time for a quick hello and a single cup of coffee. Jeff looked at him a little strangely.
“Morning there, sleepy head. It's Friday,” he stated.
“Yeah, I know.”
“You're never here on Fridays.”
“Not never, just not... Can I get a coffee?”
Jensen watched Jeff scribble his name onto a paper cup, ignoring the stupid smirk and the comment Jeff made under his breath before accepting Jensen's money.
The doorbell rang before Jensen got his coffee, so he shortened his attempt at small talk to “Hi, how are you” and took the cup from Jared's hands before Jared could say anything else. Only outside, he noticed the Missed you yesterday in messy script, as if written in a hurry before preparing somebody else's coffee.
Jensen had looked forward to Saturday, because Saturdays usually meant sleeping in and then holing up at the coffee shop with his laptop and books and watching the snow fall outside. When he came in, his usual spot in the corner was taken and Jared had a day off. It turned out to be a rather unproductive day even though Jeff brought him a free coffee.
Sunday, Jensen not only slept longer than he had intended too, but it was also one of his coffee-less days. He went for a run, crossing through the park and altering his usual route for a zigzag course towards the coffee shop. Jared was in, leaning against the counter and talking to Jeff, who seemingly never took a day off. Shaking his head, Jensen ran home, where he looked at the paper cups in his cupboard before settling to catch up on reading.
Monday was thankfully definitely coffee day.
“Saw you running yesterday,” Jared said, skipping the greeting, something he probably picked up from Jeff. Jensen still needed a moment too long to process.
“Right, I went by the store.”
“Yeah.”
They looked at each other and for the first time Jensen hoped the door bell would chime.
“So,” Jared said before Jensen could start to fidget, “You want whipped cream?”
“What? In my coffee? Are you insane?”
Jensen rescued his cup from Jared who was holding the cream too close to it.
“Aw, come on, you're always drinking this boring crap. What about the holiday specials?”
“What about them?”
“They have sugar and flavor.”
“Yeah, maybe I don't want those.”
Jared pouted. Clearly and obviously, and he did not even try to hide it. Jensen rolled his eyes.
Jared's pout was even worse on Tuesday. It didn't help that Jensen was late again and had to run and there was no time for even a small chat.
“Dude, what is it with you?” Jensen said on Wednesday, exasperated, because Jared was taking ages to prepare his fucking Americano and was still pouting.
“Nothing,” Jared said, quietly, and only then Jensen noticed that the music was quiet too.
“What are you doing here again,” Jeff was hollering from the back room, before coming to the front and looking at Jensen and then at Jared and then back to Jensen. Jared shoved the cup over the counter and went to the till.
“What,” Jensen said, when Jeff took him by the elbow and steered him towards the seating area in the back.
“I get it, and it is okay,” Jeff said, “But I kinda liked him bouncy and overcaffeinated and whatever you're doing, stop it. Or do it already. Or something. He isn't even playing his stupid Christmas music anymore.”
It helped that Jeff seemed at a loss too, so Jensen went back to the counter where Jared glared a little.
“Uh, so. Any holiday special you can recommend for someone with a much lower tolerance to sugar than yourself?”
Jared looked up and pretended to think about it.
“Peppermint or chocolate?”
“He gets this one for free,” Jeff shouted from the seating area where he had begun to wipe the tables.
“Chocolate,” Jensen said, and that seemed to be the right answer because Jared's face lit up.
The drink was not bad, even though Jared had insisted on the whipped cream because it went with the drink and could not, under no circumstances, be replaced by milk. Jared had taken a moment to scribble on the cup and then pulled a paper sleeve over it, grinning.
“I just know you'll come back to order one more of those sweet suckers,” Jared said instead of goodbye, and Jensen felt very tempted to agree. Admit you love it, his cup said, and Jensen shook his head and laughed a little.
Thursday, and the coffee from the break room tasted like limescale remover and Jensen was grumpy while going over lists in the back room. Cybill, the girl manning the till, came in with a red paper cup and a wicked grin.
“A real cute guy just left this for you,” she said.
“What?”
“Tall, brown hair, cute smile? Ring any bells?”
Jensen sprinted out as fast as he could but Jared was nowhere in sight. When he came back, Cybill winked at him and he held onto the cup for the next ten minutes, reading Jared's scribbled Thursdays suck and Lame coffee, come back for the good stuff.
Friday, Jensen came in and took the paper cup and magic marker from Jeff's hands. Jared, he wrote down, that gingersnap drink and his phone number. He gave Jeff the cup and pen back and paid for the drink.
“I'm going right home,” Jensen said to Jeff. He waited for a remark, but Jeff merely smiled and nodded.
His phone rang after two hours. Two hours that Jensen had spent pretending to look at a book about Magical realism.
“Hello?”
“Dude, Jeff gave me off early today. Is everything alright?”
Jensen laughed at that, because the answer was no and in a way yes.
“I kept the cups,” he said instead.
“What?”
“I kept them. Even the first one, with the smiley face.”
“You're such a sap.”
“Like you're not keeping the one with my number.”
“Yeah, but that has sentimental value, you see? Plus, you totally remembered my favorite drink.”
“The one with the most sugar, yeah.”
“You're breaking my heart.”
“Wanna go running on Sunday?”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow. I'll buy you a muffin. Can't have you blow your tution on coffee, man, no matter how much in love you are.”
Jensen laughed.
“You're one to talk,” he said, and Jared went quiet on the other end of the line. Jensen listened into the phone, not daring to say anything else.
“As long as I'm your favorite barista.”
“Always, Jared."
