Upon realizing that his huffing and puffing was unaffecting James and Carlos, Kendall trudged after his two friends. He didn't see the great thrill of Starbucks. It was just fucking coffee. And coffee tasted like shit.
As Carlos grabbed the door, it jingled. It fucking jingled. Bells on the door were the first indicator to leave. The huge line was a close second.
Opening his mouth to voice his complaints, Kendall was met with an exasperated James. "Dude, we go to the dumb cafes that you like, one trip to Starbucks won't kill you."
Kendall's eyes rolled over. Yet, he complied and ceased his whining.
It wasn't until the line slowly dawdled down to a single older woman in front of the boys that the cashier was finally revealed. And damn. Kendall usually preferred blondes, and usually females, but this guy was doing it for the blonde.
Never big on hair products himself, Kendall had to silently admit that the boy's coiffed faux-hawk was worth the hassle. And when he smiled, it was slightly crooked and god he had dimples.
Hearing James' voice as he ordered broke Kendall from his intense stare. Blinking rapidly, moisture returned to his eyes.
"Oh. And a cappuccino." Standing on tiptoes, Carlos ordered over James' shoulder.
"No. No cappuccino. I never said I would buy you anything." James sternly spoke, glancing over his shoulder at the Latino.
"But…James, you're my best friend." Bottom lip jutting out, Carlos circled to the side, offering a full view of his best puppy face to the taller brunette.
"Come on, James. You can spare your friend a drink." Interest piqued as the cashier spoke, antagonizing his two friends; Kendall took a step toward the counter.
"Wha? No. That'll be one cof-" Cut-off mid sentence, James' mouth hung slack as the cashier interrupted him.
"One coffee and one cappuccino. And something for this friend?" Eyes locked on Kendall.
"Why not? I'm buying for Carlos I might as well buy for Kendall." Throwing his hands up, James agreed as Carlos let out an excited cheer. He just wanted his damn coffee.
Momentarily still, Kendall broke eye contact with the cashier, hand mussing his already messy hair. "No. Nothing for me. I don't drink coffee."
"We've got stuff other than coffee." There was that damn smile. That damn crooked smile. Kendall averted his gaze once more as he continued to shake his head no.
"Alright, your total is…" The cashier's attention diverted from the blonde, Kendall zoned out and allowed himself to look up at him.
Moving to the side with his friends, Kendall thanked his impressive height. He could still see the brunette over the bags of coffee piled high on the counter. Taking advantage of this, Kendall observed the cashier as he rang up the last customer in line.
Eyes following the brunette as he finished, Kendall found himself blushing as their gazes met. Hurriedly glancing to the side, Kendall tried to pretend that he hadn't been obviously staring at the cashier. Chancing a glance back, Kendall found he was unsuccessful when their gazes met again.
Face flushing; the blonde hid himself behind his friends. He was so smooth. Forcing himself to stare blankly at the wall, Kendall jumped when he heard the cashier call James' order.
Shuffling behind his friends as they grabbed their drinks, Kendall heard his voice called. Turning in surprise, Kendall was met with the same cashier. "Here."
He was holding out a smoothie. This must have been one of the coffee-free choices.
"I…I didn't orde-" Stumbling through his words, Kendall felt like a bumbling idiot.
"It's on the house." Kendall was sure he was going to melt into a puddle on the floor as the cashier flashed his smile, directed straight at him.
Smiling softly, Kendall grasped the cold drink with a soft thank you. Turning, he found James and Carlos waiting at the door for him. Trekking over, Kendall glanced down at the cup in his hand. A few scribbled letters poked out from under the grasp of his hand. Readjusting his grip, Kendall read the name 'Logan'. Smile growing, Kendall read the seven numbers that followed.
Resuming his way to the door, he peeked over his shoulder once more. The cashier, Logan, gave a small wave accompanied by his cheeky smile.
There will be more.