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It’s unusually quiet in the cafe as you collect the empty coffee cups from a table.
“Only 6 more hours” you think to yourself. Then you can race home to prepare for the ritual tonight.
You’ve waited months to see Ghost and even longer for them to announce the dates and get tickets. It’s your third time seeing them, but the excitement never changes. Nothing beats the feeling of seeing your favorite band perform, especially them. They put on an exhilarating performance each time and each time it still gets better.
The ringing of the bell on the door snaps you back to your senses.
“I’ll be right with you” you state over your shoulder as you put the dirty cups in the sink. “Sorry about that. What can I get you” you state before getting a decent look at the two people in front of you. You about shit yourself seeing Terzo and Copia standing on the other side of the counter.
Even without the face paint they are mesmerizing.
“Ehh what do you recommend?” Copia asks, peering up at the menu, uncertainty in his voice.
“Don’t act like you’re not going to get a caramel latte, old man,” Terzo jokes.
“You’re older than me” Copia huffs quietly in annoyance. Clearly, it’s a common joke between the two.
“I can” your voice cracks. “I can get you a caramel latte.”
Terzo chuckles hearing your nervousness as his eyes give you a quick look up and down.
“Oh I know old man, but I don’t act as old as you” Terzo smiles at you, not even looking at Copia.
“Oh satan. Just order your coffee and flirt later” Copia grumbles, pulling his wallet out of the pocket in his red sweatpants.
“He’s grumpy before caffeine,” Terzo says, leaning one arm on the counter.
“Aren’t we all” you agree with a chuckle. “So a caramel latte and…”
“You can double it,” Terzo says.
“Great. So two caramel lattes. Hot or iced” you ask.
“Hot” Copia replies, giving you a warm smile.
“Iced, please,” Terzo says.
“Cool. Your total is $7, even” you say as Copia hands you a $20.
“I don’t want change” he says and before you can thank him, he’s walking towards a table and sitting down. Terzo gives you a flirtatious look before pushing himself back to a standing position and going to join Copia.
As you make their coffee, you can’t help but to keep glancing over at them. Two of the people you look up to are sitting just feet from you. They have no idea how much their band means to you or how much they’ve helped you become more confident in yourself. They don’t know him many times you’ve gotten off to the thought of them fucking you.
Maybe you were staring too long but they both glance over to you and you quickly look away.
“Fuck” you mumble to yourself.
As you walk towards their table, drinks in hand, you see them talking quietly to each other. You can’t make out what they’re saying but you tell yourself you shouldn’t be prying anyways. They’re here for coffee and that’s probably it.
How Terzo was looking you up and down, and even how Copia was glancing at you is irrelevant.
Coffee. That’s it and that’s your job. Serving them coffee.
“Here you go” you smile, setting their drinks on the table. Copia opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.
“If you guys need anything else, please let me know” you state hastily before walking away, not allowing them to say anything.
“Almost lost your cool there” you think walking into the back of the store. You can’t help but let out a breath when you’re out of their sight.
“Are you good?” your friend chuckles seeing you.
“I’m great” you respond sarcastically. “We’re just slammed today.”
“Bitch, please. Who just walked in that clearly has you hot and bothered” they laugh, seeing right through your lies.
“Copia and Terzo are sitting out there and I’m about to lose it” you chuckle.
“What” she asks in disbelief, moving to take a look. She knows of your obsession and is a proud supporter of it even though she doesn’t understand it.
“Don’t” you say hastily, trying to stop her.
“No, shit” she laughs seeing them and coming back into hiding with you.
“Why don’t you go talk to them?” she asks.
“No. I can't. I don’t want to interrupt them. They’re here for coffee. I don’t want to bother them” you sigh.
“Fair point, however, this could be your only chance to say you had a conversation with them” she encourages.
“It is but I don’t want to bug them” you say, pleading your case.
It’s true but you’re also terrified. Not that it’d be a bad thing to have a conversation, but because it’s them. You know they probably wouldn’t mind, considering Terzo was already being chatty, but because you’re scared of fucking it up. It’s nerve wracking talking to the people you look up to and that have more standing in a world where you’re just a barista.
Why would they even be interested in you?
“Do it or I will for you” she says.
“I’ll do it if they start it” you compromise. That’s reasonable right? Reasonable to let them decide if they want to talk. They don’t owe you anything.
“Ok” she agrees.
As you walk back out into the cafe, Terzo waves at you to come over.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” is all you can think as you walk over to them.
“Is everything ok” you ask.
“Are you going to the ritual tonight?” Terzo asks.
“I am” you say, trying to contain your excitement and nerves. Maybe you weren’t being as smooth as you thought. If he was asking about the ritual, that means you were being obvious.
“Ummm I’m very excited about it. It’s my third time going to a ritual.”
“Ahh, very good. Very good” Copia chuckles, his eyes locking with yours. You must be losing it because you swear you can see lust in his eyes. “Were the last two good?”
“Oh yes. You guys never cease to amaze and you always top your last show” you smile breaking eye contact with him to look at Terzo. He’s too busy eyeing you up and down to notice.
“Good to hear” Terzo smirks, realizing you caught him.
“Are you in the seats tonight or the pit” Copia asks.
“Pit. Always the pit” you reply.
“I’ll look for you,” he replies with a smile. You try to hide the blush that washes over your face but you know you failed.
Are these two really hitting on you right now? Maybe you’re dreaming but maybe they’re just being polite. Looking you up and down isn’t exactly polite though. Not that you mind in this circumstance. As far as you’re concerned, they can eye fuck you all day.
“Sorella, what he’s beating around the bush about is that we’re wondering if you’d like to join us before the show. Maybe after, if you’d like. We’d love to show you around” Terzo says with a big grin on his face.
The surprise must be visible on your face because they both chuckle. Not only did they come into your work but now they’re asking you to come hang out with them. This has to be a dream.
It’s not, but it sure seems like it.
“Don’t feel pressured. You don’t have to” Copia reassures awkwardly, almost sounding like he might be disappointed if you say no.
“I’d love to but”
“Great. We gotta get back anyways, so let’s go” Terzo interrupts you, excitedly.
“But I still have to finish my shift. I can’t just leave” you sigh in disappointment.
“No you don’t. Bye!” you hear your friend yell from behind the counter.
“See, no worries,” Terzo says, getting up. Copia rolls his eyes in a sarcastic manner as he gets up, too. You’re not sure what that’s about but you imagine it’s directed at Terzo.
“Alright. Let me grab my stuff” you smile, collecting their empty cups and taking them to sink. It was all you could do not to run in excitement.
“Thanks. I fucking owe you” you tell your friend, grabbing your coat and bag.
“Of course. We’re slammed today and I enjoy suffering” she replies sarcastically.
“Yeah. People are coming out of the woodwork for coffee today” you joke before joining Terzo and Copia.
Maybe there’ll be more than eye fucking. One can only hope.