Hawke kind of has a crush on the new barista. A little one. Tiny in fact. Barely noticeable, apart from the embarrassing amount of time Hawke spends thinking about him. His name's Fenris. Smart and sharp, gorgeous and mysterious. Green eyes, white-blond hair, with fleeting smiles and white ink tattoos. Hawke's got it bad, and thank god he's got his friends to help him get a date, because he's not sure he could do it on his own.
A story about Hawke, about Fenris, about friends and damn fine coffee.
Bookmarked by Afluffyredpanda
31 Aug 2015