Prompt fill: Okay saw this and gotta request it! “You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AUHot Glasses Guy is reading a new book.
Connor spots the customer who he may or may not have a massive crush on (he does) as he slips behind the counter. He half listens as Asher gives the highlights from the morning shift and ties his apron around his waist, trying to be inconspicuous as he attempts to read the title of Hot Glasses Guy’s book. The red cover and gold script of the title looks familiar; it almost looks like a book he had to read last semester for Intro to Political Fiction.
“Dude. Are you even listening?” Asher asks, snapping Connor’s attention back.
“Yeah. I’m here. We’re out of light roast.”
“Dark roast, man. Dark roast. What’s got you all—?” Asher looks over his shoulder. “Oh. I see. Hot Glasses Guy.”
“Wha—how do—who told you—” Connor pulls Asher by the elbow down to the far end of the counter, as far away from said customer as possible, and whispers. “Who told you about Hot Glasses Guy?”
“Dude. We all know you’re dying to bone the guy,” Asher teases. “But Michaela clued me in on the nickname.”
Connor rubs an exasperated hand over his brow. “Oh my god.”
Asher just smiles and reaches into the pastry display to restock and pull out the empty trays. “Want to know his name?”
“You know his name?” Asher nods with a knowing grin; Connor has been trying to figure out Hot Glasses Guy’s actual name for weeks. “Well, what is it?”
“What you gonna give me for it?”
“What? I’m not going give you anything for it.”
“Well that’s too bad,” Asher says and goes to carry the empty trays to the back. “I’m going to grab more stock from the back. You good out here for a minute?”
Connor watches Asher turn away and gives in. “I’ll take your Friday night shift.”
“Friday night and Sunday morning,” Asher counters.
Connor considers. “Deal.”
Asher smiles and leans in to avoid being overheard. “It’s Oliver.”
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