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The table at the back | Ashton

That day especially had been a busy day at the Cafe you worked. People kept coming nonstop, and since your partner had been ill for two days and had not yet recovered, you thought you could end up killing yourself.

Although, finally, so much work had been worth it. Your boss, Suzanne, had recognized your effort and ended up offering you extra money for it. And, being honest, you needed it. A lot.

You let out a long sigh, letting yourself fall on one of the bar stools. You laid your head on your arms and set out to rest for a few minutes, now that there were only a few tables left and you had attended them all.

The break, however, didn't last long. The murmurs from the back table were louder and louder, and even though they made your head hurt, there was this saying that 'the customer is always right', so it would have been no use if you complained either.

"Hey, you!" You listened from the distance, in the middle of the group's laughter. "The brunette with the long legs!"

You couldn't help frowning. You knew it meant you, of course, but he could have used a nicer nickname. Likewise, you forced a smile and turned around, facing the boy with green hair at the end of the Cafe, who was shaking his hand vehemently to get your attention.

Even from the distance, you could see as one of his friends -the one with messy hair wrapped in the red bandanna- was trying to lower his arm roughly and looking furtively at him, whispering to him to shut his mouth.

You felt your curiosity overtaking you, and without thinking it over, you approached the table with an empty tray in your hands. You couldn't help blushing more and more with each step you took. You had shared some glances with the guy in the holey tee and the bandanna since he entered the Cafe, and you sure didn't catch the message under it, but they made you nervous anyway.

Seeing that you were only a few feet from their table, the boy with the green hair gave a goofy smirk to the boy sitting in front of him, almost indistinguishable from your position. You came to where they were and settled a lock of hair that had escaped your ponytail, returning it to its place while you formed a nervous smile.

"Did you guys need anything?" You asked, noticing how the curly boy avoided looking at you while his blond friend laughed at him for some reason.

"Actually, Sugar Cube," he said jokingly, giving a soft touch to the gold badge in your uniform with the ridiculous name that had been assigned to you at work, "my friend Ashton here thinks that you are cute, but he's stupid enough not to dare to tell you himself."

Your cheeks took on the color of a ripe tomato, and it was no use trying to hide it. Ashton, who looked the same, slid down his seat until the edge of the table, covering his whole stomach in an attempt to hide his embarrassment as well.

"How cute you two are," the one with dark hair laughed, mocking both of you.

The moment you could no longer stand the embarrassment, you turned quickly and disappeared, running behind the counter and into the kitchen.

Luke, the blonde guy, glared at Calum.

"Did I said something wrong?"

Ashton soon got up of his seat, wanting to leave the place as fast as possible and never coming back. He walked briskly towards the exit, muttering curses under his breath as he focused on ignoring his friends who shouted at him to return to the table. He didn't turn to even glare at them.

When he was already holding the doorknob and ready to disappear, a soft hand gripped his wrist and stopped him. Ashton turned slowly over his heels, fearing what he might find when he finished turning. His hazel eyes met yours, and you offered him a warm, shy smile.

Without saying anything, you leave a piece of paper with traces of ink on Ashton's hand.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," you say, as you give him a wide smile before walking away again.

Ashton returned to the table in shock, the whistles of his friends in the background. He threw himself into his seat and looked around the place, not really focusing on anything. He was blank.

"I knew you weren't a lost cause, bro!" Michael chimed in, perhaps too loud.

"What are you waiting for? Read it!" Luke exclaimed anxiously, pushing the paper into his friend's face.

"It would be great to go out one day.

324-4152

Ps: I think you're cute too"

[hollyhellhood]

Homophobia is gay

stranger’s aesthetic af tee

[hollyhellhood]

Honestly, how the fuck does he make me smile when really I just want to cry my eyes out?