Sapphire Eyes (Andy Biersack)

It's been about a week or so since the last time Andy graced the coffee shop with his beautiful, beautiful presence. Ever since, I keep catching myself completely zoning out, only thinking about his beautiful blue eyes.

I was contemplating going back to sleep when I glanced at my clock, it reading 7:23 am. I groaned and rolled myself out from under my covers. If I didn't get up now, I would have been completely late for work. I grabbed a black and white baseball tee and a pair of black leggings and dragged my feet all the way to the bathroom.
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As the day went on, I contemplated homicide more and more with every passing minute. Not only did someone spill sugar all over the floor behind the counter and not bother to clean it up OR tell anyone, I also slipped on said sugar, spilling three mugs of coffee on myself. So for the rest of the day, I had to wear the stupid barista aprons that make me look like a fucking box instead of only my usual name tag.

Not only that, but I had about four customers bitch at me for putting milk instead of half & half in their drinks, and it took the fourth customer for me to realize that some nitwit put regular milk in the half & half pitcher instead of actual half & half. I swear, I could work with incompetent apes and I'd have more success than working with my current co-workers.

My noon break finally came around, and I actually hopped over the counter just so I could get the hell out of there as quickly as humanly possible. I never really smoked that often, it kinda made me feel icky, but I always had a pack on me just incase it was just one of 'those' days, and good GOD was it one of 'those' days.

As I sparked the end of my cigarette, a familiar, deep voice coming from behind me asked me if I had another to spare and I almost choked on my first inhale.

I turned around and there they were, those beautiful blue eyes.

"Sure." I said as I fished out another from my pack. Handing it to him, I pulled my lighter from my apron pocket and lit if for him after he put it between his perfect lips, which I noticed had a slight smirk on them as I put my pack back in my pocket. I'd never outwardly admit it, but I was thanking Jesus for my box-apron to hide the God-awful coffee stain on my shirt.

Even though I wasn't looking at him anymore, I felt his eyes still on me as I took another pull from my cigarette. Feeling the heat gradually coming to my cheeks, I decided to break the silence.

"So, what brings you back here?" I asked.

"I don't know why, but ever since I had that hot chocolate the other week, I've craved it every day since. I'm almost convinced you laced it with some magical concoction that gets your customers addicted to it without having no real side effects."

I laughed as I flicked what remained of my cigarette to the floor, that icky feeling I usually get from smoking creeping into my stomach. Crushing it with my heel, I told him that I'd see him inside, and made my way back behind the counter.

As I took a customer's order maybe all of 2 minutes later, I caught him glance at me through the storefront window with that same smirk on his face before he looked down to put out his own cigarette. He made his way inside, and I prepared the hot chocolate I knew he was going to order as I got my current customer's order together.

When he finally approached the register, I set the cup on top of the counter. "It's on the house." I said, trying to not really look at any feature on his face for too long.

"What? No, let me pay for it." He protested, that same playful grin reappearing on his face.

"Nope. You tipped majorly last time." I said, pausing for a split second before I developed diarrhea of the mouth. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"What?" He replied, yet again with that grin.

"That!" I said with a small involuntary smirk of my own, taking my marker out from behind my ear so that I could scribble down in my note pad that I had to put $2.50 in the register.

"You're cute, I can't help it."

What.

What.

WhaaaAAT.

Losing control of literally everything in my life, my blood flooded my cheeks and I felt the heat radiating off of them. I didn't even know what to say. What do I say? For the love of God Ariana, say something!

"Oh. Um. Thanks?" WOW. SUAVE ARIANA, REAL SMOOTH.

He just laughed and shook his head as he slipped $5 into the tip jar before quickly turning and walking to the door.

"Hey!" I said. I told the jerkface that he didn't need to pay.

I folded my arms as he continued to exit the shop, partially dumbfounded over what just happened, partially surprised that this day may not be that bad after all.

Notes

OKAY I'M SORRY I KNOW IT SUCKS BUT I'VE HAD SUCH WRITER'S BLOCK THE PAST TWO WEEKS PLUS LIFE IN GENERA HAS BEEN CRAY AGAIN I'M SORRY DON'T HATE ME I PROMISE IT'S GONNA GET BETTER SOON.