ugh yes :( tysm sweetheart! I’m glad you’re enjoying them :) <3
You heard the soft call of your name, looked up to see one of the baristas working at the cafe you frequented staring inquisitively down at you, your coffee in hand. You glanced up at his soft brown hair, then his equally rich chocolate eyes, his freckle-dusted cheekbones, then down at the nametag on his apron. Remus. You felt a soft rush of heat spread over your cheeks, breaking out of your trace as you finally nodded, taking your drink from him.
"Thank you," You grinned, raising the cup to your lips as you handed a tip over to him. He nodded, sending you a sweet smile and stumbling slightly over his feet as he turned to lead.
You let out a soft giggle, relishing in the way that his cheeks turned rosy at the sound. You felt the coffee hit your tongue, bitterness sweeping over your taste buds and wrinkling your nose. The taste was so putrid that it sent you into a coughing fit, eyes watering and hand flying up to cover your mouth.
The barista turned on his heels, eyes wide at your outburst, "Oh my god, are you okay?"
You set the drink back on the counter tentatively, "Um, I think that's the wrong drink."
Remus hurried back to your table, yanking the coffee cup off of the wood and stumbling over apologies, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I- oh!"
You watched Remus's hand clench the cup so tightly that the lid popped off, the thick paper walls crumpling in his grip. The liquid inside spilled out over the rim of the crushed cup, landing on your lap and splashing onto your shirt. The drink was still hot, stinging your skin as it soaked through your clothes and filled the air with the bitter scent of whatever he'd made you.
"Fuck," Remus breathed, standing frozen as you peered down at your soaking wet outfit, assessing the damages that had been done. You looked up at him with a pained smile, pointing at the stack of napkins that were tucked into the front pocket of his apron.
"Oh!" Remus finally caught on, grabbing a fistful of napkins and handing them to you, "Um, hang on." You watched him slip the apron over his head while you were trying in vain to sop up the dripping mess in your lap. He went for his sweatshirt next, slipping the maroon fabric over his head and revealing the black t-shirt underneath. He slid his apron on again, brandishing the hoodie towards you.
"Here, I'm so sorry, you can wear this. Lemme get your drink, um, your real one, that is.” Remus hurried off behind the counter, and you watched him duck into the back room, catching his reflection in the side paneling of one of the machines on the counter. He hunched over the sink, elbows braced on the metal as he held his head in his hands. The sight of his embarrassment admittedly brought a soft smile to your face, hands brushing lightly over the maroon fabric still clutched tightly in your hands. You slid the material over your head, relishing in the warmth that had accumulated under the fabric.
Your morning didn’t seem as hectic as it had only a few seconds ago, lap still sticky with coffee but chest filling with the warmth of your previous encounter with the cute barista.