I only went to the Caffination Factory, which is the cheesiest name of all time for a cafe...coffee shop...whatever, I only went there because of my best friends, Otix and Livvy. They said it was the best coffee shop in town and that the hottest guy on campus worked there. Obviously, they both would say that since Livvy is straight and Otix is gay. "You'll know him the minute you see him," Livvy assures. "He has short, medium-natural blond hair with bangs that hang over his left eye. He's got a light natural tan, and he's insanely tall. Otix is 6'2, and that guy is still at least five inches taller than him. He's muscular, but still has a more athletic build, which makes Otix think that the guy boxes or something. His eyes are baby blue mixed with ice blue, but his left eye is so weird if you can actually spot it. It's got a thick-ish amber brown stripe through it. Even though it's strange, it really is incredibly attractive. He usually wearing black, which looks great on him. Oh, and his voice is just...how do I put this..."
While Livvy struggled, Otix had entered the room with the popcorn he'd been making and decided to take over. "His voice is amazing!" he smirks. "It's usually dead, with no emotion, but it's still deep and strong in a pleasant way. His voice is husky and has a rough, low sound, and the sound of it seems to be made at the back of his throat. Some of our peers think his voice is always matter-of-fact or modulated, but I don't really think that's a bad thing. It's also orotund," Otix added at the end, nodding like he completely agreed with himself.
"Orotund?" I ask, not recognizing the word.
"It means that his voice is loud and clear," Livvy clarified.
"Do you two even know what this guy's name is?" I asked.
"Well, his name tag says Lars, but who names their kid Lars? I think it's a nickname," Livvy said. "Look, we've just explained how much of a God the guy is. Can you just go to the coffee shop and get a drink, enjoy whatever it is you enjoy sitting at the windows for no random reason-"
"I have a reason!" I said and tried to intervene, but Livvy kept going.
"And enjoy the fact that Eros himself made your drink?" she said, raising a single eyebrow in my direction. I had laughed and agreed to stop by when I got the chance. It had actually come to pass that I wouldn't be able to stop at the coffee shop for five days since I was pretty busy with all my classes. However, I had a few hours between classes and was just wandering campus when I realized I was at the coffee shop Livvy and Otix wanted me to go to so badly. I peeked inside and saw that despite its reputation for having incredible coffee, it really wasn't busy at all. So, I thought, why not?
I stepped inside, and the scent of good coffee - not the shit coffee you get from McDonald's, or some random run-down restaurant, but good coffee - flies up from the bags I can see behind the counter and my eyes instantly land on the guy Livvy and Otix explained to me. I had to say, they spotted it. From the hair style to the color of his hair, to the color of his eyes or his skin, to his height. They described him like they were reading from a script whatever God that designed him wrote. I waited in line, watching as the boy who's name tag did, in fact, read Lars, worked fluidly at making all the coffee drinks ordered and passing them over to a small machine which had a name tag of its own: C-L-A-U-S. The machine would then call out the name Lars typed in, and that person would come and collect the coffee Lars had made.
Finally, I reach the front of the line. A Latina mix woman greets me with the warmest smile. "Hello! What can I have made for you today?"
"Umm...I'll take a caramel latte with a shot of mocha, and one of those special and intricate cream hearts that sits on top of the coffee in the center of the cup, and gets caught on your upper lip," I order, glancing at the woman's tag and reading the name Marija. As I ordered, I noticed that Lars briefly stopped working on the drink before recovering from the stutter in the flow in his work and continuing.
I fish out the exact change I needed to pay so that I wouldn't need to give Marija any change. "Alright, what's your name?" Marija asks me while that incredibly cute guy starts on my latte.
"Sailor," I say with a polite smile.
"That's a unique name. Is it your actual name?" Marija asks.
I nod. "For as long as I can remember it has been," and then I move away from the ordering space and move towards the area where I think pick up your drink from Claus the machine. As I pass by Lars, I look up at him. I meet the one eye I can see before he ducks his head down, and I can faintly see a pale pink color on his perfect cheekbones, which leads me to also notice his perfect jawline. I keep a neutral smile on my face as I wait for my drink. Suddenly, Lars stops working and sets down the drink he was working on. He walks over to the CLAUS which hasn't called out the names for five drinks.
"Marija, the machine is broken again. We'll have to call Dean and get it fixed because it seems this little gift of his is just a piece of junk," he says and I almost allow a shiver of pleasure to rush out of my system. His voice was exactly how Otix had put it. Deep and strong in a pleasant way, husky and has a rough, low sound, and the sound of it seems to be made at the back of his throat. It's matter-of-fact and modulated and orotund, but it works for him. It's a truly perfect voice.
"Tell him that yourself," Marija says with a laugh as Lars scowls. He puts up a sign at the pick-up station that reads "HOLD ON ONE MOMENT" and sticks the coffee's into a small oven to keep them warm. He finishes my drink and reads the little tags on each cup.
"Edmund?" he calls, and a man steps forwards to collect his drink.
"Reese?" a woman steps forwards, and from then on, Lars makes drinks, and hands them out just as quickly. "Cecelia? Reed? Mortie? Archie? Sailor?"
"Me," I say quietly as I lake my cup from him. His hands are huge, much bigger than mine, and I thought mine were average sized. His long, nimble fingers briefly touch mine, and I takes so much for me to not try and reach out and grab his hand. It's unhealthy for a boy to look like that, sound like that, and have this strong of an effect on me.
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