Dan stomped his feet hard at the entrance to starbucks, clearing them of the
White snow that had stuck to his shoes. It had been a long day and he was fed up
of the constant snow that was in Belarus. He couldn't wait to get home but as
starbucks was basically his second home he settled for that.

One more gig and he'd he able to go home to his own bed and his loving best mate, his dog
called Gerard after the singer from my chemical romance.
As dan he sat down
after ordering (with a little struggle due to it being in russian) and slung his
legs over the side of the chair as if he was in his own home. With his
headphones in, he was oblivious to the crime that was about to happen right in
front of him.

Phil sighed as he was ushered off his break and back to
the till by his boss. He needed to remember that a five hour shift was not good
for you- and that he needed to avoid them at all costs.

Phil pressed
play on his iPod as he went back to work- his long black hair hiding his
headphone, the music playing quietly enough that he could still hear customers
over it.

Phil hummed to feeling good as he made a customer's skinny
latte- dan's actually. When he turned around he was met by the most beautiful
brown eyes he had ever seen, as dan swept his hair from his eyes so he could
actually see. The owner of the eyes looked adorable as he rubbed his eyes
tiredly, instantly wanting to get to know this young man. Phil felt like he'd
seen this young man before but he just could not put his finger on it.

"Bon Appetit" phil said passing the young man with the beautiful eyes a
cupcake. He looked a little confused as he had not ordered one. "muffin's on the
house" he said in his best American accent- thinking the young man was American
due to not hearing a British accent for so long. It earned a laugh and a sexy
thank you though so he was happy. He sighed as Dan walked off and moved on with
the line of customers.

Dan went to his usual spot for this particular
starbucks as this was his 5th visit during his stay. He swug his legs over the
side of the chair sipping on his skinny latte as he sat in starbucks as if it
was his own home.

Half way through his skinny latte he could feel
himself dozing off, head lolled against the side of the chair.

He put his drink down and let sleep consume him, thinking of the Starbucks back home. He slept peacefully and was unknown to all the staff but Phil, sneaking away from the
till that was now empty to place his own winter jacket over the young boy seeing
him shiver slightly. He wanted to stay but he knew that if he did, his boss
would start angrily shouting Russian so fast that a second language learner
wouldn't be able to understand.

So Phil returned to the till, longing
for his shift to be over so he could watch over the sleeping boy and maybe talk
to him when he wakes. He knew it sounded creepy...like twilight creepy...but he
couldn't help feel something about this boy, making him wanting to get to know
him.