The Star and the Waiter
(AU: Hobie is a Punk Star coming into a Puerto Rican restaurant and happens to meet a certain cute waiter, Miles! No Spider-man/super powers in this world)
"You fuckers been Ace!" Hobie finished the last song with a big bang having his electric guitar smashing on stage before he jump on to the crowd. The Spider-band kept playing their music while their lead singer stage dive.
The audience cheers out loud a mixtures of joy shrills, screams and tears. They tries to touch every part of the punker, while he sticks his devil horn hand sign in the air.
After another successful concert, the manager of the famous Spider-band got all the members back on the tour bus, "Fucking nice work, guys! Another best show! Ya'll are trending on all social media! Fucking beautiful! Hobie, I could kiss you man!"
Hobie walks in the tour bus with a big grin on his face, "Oh yeah? Never knew you find me attractive, Bruce?"
"Pfft, easy fucker. Figure of speech. Anyway, best way to end the tour. Tomorrow ya'll can rest." The manager chuckles.
Riri, the bass player finally rested on the couch, "Fucking finally! I'm so fucking tired!"
"For real!" Karl, the second guitarist.
"Ugh, I'm so sore!" Mattea groans being so exhausted. "I just want to sleep." She landed on Riri being exhausted.
"Fuck Mattea! Warn a gal!" The dark skinned bass player grunts.
Hobie stood wiping off the kiss marks from his face after they dealt with the VIP fans. There were so many girls than the last time. The popularity of the punk band had grown faster in the last year.
Honestly, Hobie didn't expect his band to made it into fame. Hell, he became one of the most popular, eye candy lead singer around! Anyone would want him. Model agencies, make-up companies, other artists wanting to collab- hell, he even got rich influencers and high class people wanting to pay him to be in a "relationship" with him for the publicity.
No, he's not like that. Maybe that's why his band are so famous. They are the real deal! They never back down on what they believe in. Hobie always doing what he wants and no one can stop him. He is rawr to the core, he never believe in consistency, Chaos, no labels, staying true to his own words got him the fame he needs.
Let's not forget, his looks too! This handsome lad has all the women squealing at his feet. They would faint at the spot. "Hah, crazy you made out with that mum." Karl commented.
"Oh yeah, she was so proud about using her son's college fund to get here." Riri laughs, "Well, everyone wants to fuck Hobie Brown, right?"
Mattea laughs, "For real. Remember that popular celebrity send him a letter begging to be his girlfriend and she was willing to pay him."
"Expensive ass whore." Karl nudges his best friend, "Right, man. You turned down a multi-billion dollar relationship! You'll be set. I heard rich girls like that only into NFL or NBA players, especially black guys."
"That's so true. Didn't her sister marry a basketball player and then, divorce within the week?" Mattea asked, "I say stay away."
"For real, rich white girls like that only cares about flaunting their riches and you know how they love using black men for their sick twisted desire for a mix child. It's all shit." Riri let Mattea lay on her lap while they talk.
"Well, Hobie Brown is never going to be involved with transplants! I prefer the real thing in a person." He walks to sit on a lazy boy, his leather pants made a squeak sound. The lead singer wore all black with a spike battle leather vest jacket, leather black pants with three belts wrapped around his waist, buckled thick combat boots. The sexiest look for the singer, his heavy boots made sounds for every step.
"Hahaha, and that's why you got stalkers. That rich girl didn't take no so lightly." Mattea laughs, "She did a whole story on her social media."
"That's her problem." Hobie chuckles, "Anyway, I'm a bit famish. Is there any food?"
"We got leftovers, dude." Karl checks the fridge to find burgers, tacos, all sorts of leftovers. "I'm sure half of them are spoiled because this fridge stinks!"
"Unless you want leftover old Chinese?" Mattea hums.
"Eck, I'll go grab a bite." Hobie snorted, deciding to get his wallet and smartphone.
"Whoa. Whoa. Hobie," His manager stops his, "Your not going out, again! Last time you did, you got shitfaced and had an all out brawl!"
"Pfft, not my fault a couple of blokes wanted to fight." Hobie remembers he went to a pub to drink and ended up kisses some of these men's girlfriends or dates- Whatever it was. They wanted to fight him so he gladly fought them. That was a trend, all over social media.
Luckily, his fans and most people were on his side. Since it wasn't his fault those women didn't admit they were in relationships. Everyone loses their minds over a Star!
"Let him go, Bruce. Hobie can take care of himself. Besides, we're done with the tour." Riri was on her Smartphone seeing their concert was trending all over on TikTok.
"Hah, yeah. And we go back home tomorrow. So, let's just chill." Karl hums, "Anyway, I'ma order some pizza."
"Oh I'll take a stuffed cheesy crust with pepperoni." Mattea shouted.
Hobie was done with junk food, being on the damn road only got them eating junk. They had only beer, too. He wanted something different, something home-made? He wasn't sure. All he knows he's sick of these take out and expensive dishes that aren't good.
"Bro, you better hurry and get something to eat. Just because it's New York, doesn't mean some restaurants closes later." Riri hums.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be quick, besides I know where to look." He waves his hands away, "I'll be fine, pops." He left with a grin on his face toward his manager.
"Fucking Hobie..." Bruce groans being stressed out, "Send me your location, kid!"
"Fine. Fine!" Hobie rolled his eyes before leaving out of his tour bus, he saw how much the crowd died down. Checking his phone, he saw it was nine... shame, his band could've gone longer, but fucking Bruce warns them to follow the schedule.
Anyway, he saw an interesting spot when his tour bus pass through the city. It looked homey, warm with an interesting art wall on the side. Whoever are the owners of the restaurant, they were smart enough to have an artist to create such a beautiful artwork. Shame Hobie wasn't able to admire it long, since his tour bus speed up. He did remember the name... Morales' Kitchen.
"Hmm," He realized he needs to look it up to see what to order. Pulling up his expensive smart phone, he found the restaurant is Puerto Rican basis. It looked appealing and the reviews shows positive reviews.
Reviewers:
BunnyFox: OMG I loved coming here since I was a kid! Best Puerto Rican FOOD EVER!!!
ShyGuy23: Man, this place is soo good. If you want to taste Puerto Rico, it tastes just like home! I missed my mom's cooking, so this comes close to it.
PuertoRicanGirlie: BEST PUERTO RICAN PLACE EVA!
And it went on with that. Many recommended the traditional plate which contain tostones, arroz con habichuelas (rice and beans), and a choice of chicken, pork, or beef. Many recommended pork or chicken with a side of salad. He'll probably get that, he never had Puerto Rican food.
Now, this might come a surprised from the Punk-Star with his family descendants of Jamaican and Haitian ancestry, he always loves trying Caribbean food. By now, he would've tried Puerto Rican, but nope. So far, he had Mexican and Dominican food as far as he knows.
Well there's a first time for everything.
He chuckles at his own thoughts, he never thought he would say that, again. The nineteen year old had been through every sexual, adventurous experience so his first times were long gone.
Walking in the slight cold night of the city, he pulled out his cigarette to smoke. His wicks bounces from every step he takes, enjoying his walk.
Ahh, this is nice.
Hobie isn't gonna lie, he so far hates being famous. He didn't think their whole life would be on watch.
Figures
In a capitalistic world, only Corporate Greedy, big evil money hungry businesses like the music Industries would leech the blood out of their artists. Do this or don't do this. Hobie thought if he can go back in time to prevent his seventeen year old self to sign his soul away from the contract... would he? Maybe. So far, he hated the constant fans budding in his personal lives, annoying blokes challenging him as they act he never threw hands.
It's funny how the PR teams always work overtime to fix his imagine for the sake of their record labels. There always something with them. That's why he lash out so much the last year, yet his soul takers still try to force him into this mold. A mold of being a basic Poster- HIM A POP STAR?
He would rather eat glass off the subway station floor. Or they try to make him be a rapper or join a Hip Hop reality television show to make a career out of it. They always say, Punk is never forever. Hobie conquer on that, he and his band worked too damn hard to stay true to themselves.
He threaten his bosses that he will make sure he's not going down a fight. There was many "scandals" like nudes, sex videos, drug use, and all to remain trendy and down right fucking true to himself. Controversy can be a powerful weapon, inconsistency is him! All the videos of him kissing men, women, none-binaries- ALL OF IT! He wouldn't care, he never believe in labels and believe in his voice.
His inky eyes saw a poster about Saving Gaza being torn or written. "Hmmm," He knew one of the main reasons to be famous was the amount of power his voice is.
The Punk Star took a photo of the poster, then posted on his Social Media with massive words, "SAVE PALESTINE! FUCK GENOCIDE!" He put the watermelon logo, Palestine flag and rock hand sign.
He's never one to back down for what's right. As he put his Smartphone in his pocket, his phone started to blast with notification of massive people liking, comments good or bad. A smirk on his face knowing the haters will write him a lot of slurs, curse words, but he didn't care. He laughs at them. His voice is POWERFUL!
Now, his record label... his bosses might not take it, too lightly. He didn't care. They got nothing on him and his band.
Then, a savory smell of tomatoes, garlic and cilantro tickled his nose. Huh, I'm here already? He saw the restaurant seeing the warm color scheme of brown, yellow and red. There was a massive Puerto Rican Flag next to the name of the place.
Hobie slowly walks to the mural at the most badass piece. It's a massive mural of black and brown people showing Empowerment with their hands raised into a fist, some figures had face covers wrapped around their mouths with different country flags. A lot of Latin American flags, especially Caribbean flags. There was an abstract city with so many small indication of past racist and discrimination history. What Hobie loves the most about the mural was the massive words that spread on the top, 'We are the People! We have the Power!'
"Fuckin' hardcore." Hobie decided to take multiple photos of the mural. He loves art like this. Art about empowerment in the black and brown community. People of color works on politics, installations about Capitalism ruining this damn world. He looks at the graffiti signature... "MGM?"
Maybe he can find the name on his social media. Hobie can already tell he's going to be a massive fan. The artists already checked off from his list on the art works: Empowerment, check! Representing POC, check! Different from the basic art, CHECK!
His stomach growls, "I should eat." He said to himself, he went to the front door to find the place closed at midnight. "Nice."
When he enters the shop, he saw a very homey restaurant. The walls painted of beautiful scenery of Puerto Rico with people dancing, food, and instruments. The lights were warm, the shades of brown and tiles brick color gave it a very mom and pop restaurant. There was a bar and television up high on the corner next to the bar and other places. So far it's empty.
The punker's inky eyes look down at the Wait list; so far a decent amount people came by through out the day. Then he hears someone coming out of the back of the kitchen, it sounded like two people speaking Spanish.
The person walking out the kitchen to the main floor, his footsteps light which got Hobie to glance up. When he did, he never thought he saw someone so beautiful in his life.
The hostess smiles at him, "Hello, welcome! Is it just you?" His eyes are colored of Honey brown with big doe like eyes.
Hobie had to take a moment to analyze such a beautiful man. He had a tapered short afro with a fade on the sides and zig-zag design on the side. His ears are pierced, nose wide and plump lips with such shimmer warm brown skin tone. Oh shit, Hobie was awestruck.
"Um.. Umm, yeah. Just me." Only a few words came out of his mouth. He wanted to stare at this Host, he had such a beautiful smile it felt like sunshine sending warm kisses.
The host nodded, "Okay, come with me. You want booth or a regular table?" He asked going to the side of the desk to take out a menu.
"Booth." The Punker's voice low like a mumble.
"Okay, I'm Miles by the way. I'll be your waiter." He turns to Hobie with a soft smile.
Miles...
Such a cute name for a cute lad. Hobie stares at Miles' behind seeing his rear, nicely thick. The young waiter had a basic white and black waiter outfit, the collar white sleeves rolled up showing off his left arm with tattoos.
A sleeve tattoo ain't too shabby.
Hobie couldn't tell what it looks like, but he can tell it looks unfinished from the elbow to the wrist. Then he saw Miles showing him a booth in the middle. "Here's the menu, for now do you care for water or your ready to order a drink?"
"I'll have a water, luv." Hobie casually said being a flirtatious, he sat in the booth looking at the menu.
"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes." He let out another smile. Hobie study those big beautiful plump lips, they were moisturized looks like chapstick.
Miles happily went to get a glass of water for the punker. Damn, he's so cute... Hobie didn't look at the menu but had his eyes on the waiter this whole time.
When Miles came back to place a glass water, "Ar-are you ready?"
"Hmph?" Hobie looking stupid.
"To order?" His waiter arched his eyebrow.
"Oh, um... actually." Hobie felt a bit embarrassed for wasting time. Staring at Miles got him feeling like a little lad. "What's your popular dish? Or what you recommend?"
"We have the traditional plate; it got rice and beans, tostones, salad, and choice of meat. I prefer pollo guisado." Miles flips the menu to show the poplar dish being serve, "But if you want something more meat, pernil with a side of tostones. These are our popular dishes for..." He eyed on Hobie, "new customers."
"Heh, because my accent, mate?" Hobie did have a thick cockney accent.
"Hahaha, pretty much, man. Unless you tried Puerto Rican food." Miles giggles.
Damn, even his giggles are cute.
Hobie felt his cheeks warm. If he can turn pink, he would. "No, luv. Never."
"Then I say pick the first one." He gave another smile this time his eyes seem to be gleaming at the punker.
"Alright, the first one. The way you said it. I'm not into pork..." He casually said.
"Okay, coming up." Miles wrote it down, then took the menu. "Any drinks besides water?"
"I would say beer but I'm underage." Hobie chuckles.
Miles' blink a couple of times being surprised, "What? Really!"
"Yup, I'm nineteen years old. I know I don't look like it." Hobie chuckles.
"Oh wow, you do look like you would be around twenty one. Awe, too bad, man. Can't serve you alcohol if you're underage." Miles look side to side with a small whisper, "Don't worry, I'm nineteen, too!" Then winks at him.
Hobie blinks at couple of times, he felt his mouth dry. "Really?"
"What? I look too young?"
"Nah, your tattoos gave it away." The punker said as he took a sip of water.
Miles arched his eyebrow with those Amber eyes gleaming at the punker like enchanted gems. "Oh yeah, how do you know I didn't get when I was sixteen?" He gave an amusing grin.
"You look like a good lad who follow the rules. Something about you seems like the type to never take risk." Hobie grins at him.
"Hahaha, well you're right I do follow the rules but I wouldn't say I don't take risks." Miles winks at him being flirty.
Oh, he's flirting with me?
Hobie felt stupid for giving a weak response, "Hah, risk taker?" He added, "What kind of risk you take?"
"Well, this tattoo." He lift his left arm showing his sleeve, "Not an easy project."
"What is it about?"
"Many stuff. I design the tattoo myself and went to a tattoo artist to do it." He got closer to show a beautiful collage works of graffiti characters, stars, clouds, sun and moon, and florals. A lot of Sunflowers.
"Bloody hell, mate. You design this? This looks fucking amazing. Maybe I should ask you to design me-self a tat." Hobie admires the work. "I got a spot empty at my right side."
"Nah, you wouldn't want a design from me." Miles chuckles in amusement.
"Come on, Miles. I'm being for real. Look, to show how of honest man I am," Hobie pulls out his Smartphone letting all his accessories from his clothes clank and click together, "give me your social."
"Wow, showing social. You're pretty forward, huh?" Miles giggles feeling his cheeks warm by the punker.
Then the other teenager realized he's basically demanding Miles' social. "Ah, my bad, mate."
"No! No-no," Miles chuckles, "It's cool man. Look let me give you my social. But don't be too surprised about my selfies." He gave a mischievous smirk.
Hobie felt the color from his face drain being replaced by a warm shade of red being so damn bashful. Luckily his dark skin tone didn't reveal anything, but maybe his wide eyes did and the way his mouth slight hang open. "Huh?" He could only say then handed his phone to Miles.
The waiter happily gave him his social, "Here's my art account... it's also my personal account." He hums giving some indication about himself.
Hobie took his phone back to look through, "MGM? Wait, are you the lad that did the mural outside?"
"Yeah, that's me." He admits holding the menu close to his chest.
"Mate, that's a fucking fantastic piece. It's bloody powerful!" Hobie said to him being so impressed. Miles is cute, and an artist! So far, he's peaking more of his interest.
"Awe, you're making me blush, man." Miles giggles with one hand hiding his shy smile.
Cute.
"Mijo, ya esta!" The two stop hearing a woman's voice from the kitchen.
"Oh your dish is ready. I'll get it." Miles said as he went over to put the menu away and rush into the kitchen.
Hobie had time to look through Miles' social, he found out the teenager likes to read comics, watch cartoons and anime, and cosplay. He had photos of Anime-Con or Comic conventions. His mouth watered when he saw photos of the cute waiter cross dressing, some with complete makeup with a beautiful design wigs.
He's very talented...
Then, what got Hobie very hype was a photo of Miles having two hip tattoos, showing them off with his sweats low enough his happy trail showings, and if any more probably show more than just hair. Sharply inhaling as he saw Miles wearing a crop top with some booty shorts. He's not afraid of being himself that's for sure.
Hobie really likes that, even seeing Miles' at Pride Parade with a group of friends. They were huddle together wearing the skimpiest of outfits. Miles wearing fishnets with bright yellow top with sunflower ankle jeans and converse shows. He certainly knows how to dress colorful, too.
"OKay, here's your meal. Enjoy." Miles came by with a massive plate of food to set down. Those golden honey brown shines over at the punker looking through his phone. "Enjoying my pics?"
"Hmph? Oh um..." Hobie quickly set his phone down seeing the massive plate filled with rice and beans, chicken smothered with a special tomato sauce, hot tostones and salad. "This looks delicious." He sniffs the delicious aroma of Puerto Rica spices like garlic, tomato, cilantro, and so on. With such deepen scent, it reminded him of his mother's Caribbean spices.
"Thank you. Hopefully your'll like it." Miles nodded with a soft smile on his face, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything I'll be over there." He pointed by the host desk to wait.
Hobie pouted for the moment, then quickly grab Miles' wrist which cause the waiter to look surprised. "Sorry, luv. Um..." Damn, normal Hobie is such a charmer, he can flirt his way through anything or anyone, but Miles sure left his tongue tied. "How about you sit here? I'm curious about your art."
"Well," He took a moment, "I would but-" Hobie being desperate, he let his hand go, "There's no one here, darling. Come, sit by me, Sunflower."
That looks like it worked because the nineteen year old gave a shy almost flustered smile. "Sure, normally it's not busy around this time anyway. My dad will be fine with me talking to our customers." He sat across the punker with his face resting on both his hands, "Demi lo, Papí. Cómo te llamas?"
Ohh, he speaks Spanish, too. Did he call me, Papí? Maybe I can...
"Mi nombre es Hobie." He finally answered as he took his fork to dig into his dish.
Miles' smile widen showing his teeth, his eyes seem to sparkle. "You know, Spanish?"
"I know about five languages."
"Wow, look at you. I only know English and Spanish." Miles giggles being impressed.
He will be the death of me.
"I'm a bit choppy with Korean."
"Oh wow, you know Korean? I know a lil bit, my best friend is Korean." Miles explained, "I wouldn't put it on my list. What else?"
"Let see, Patios, Haitian Creole, French, Spanish, English, Korean, Chinese, a bit of Japanese.... and I'm trying to learn Sawhili and Arabic." He counted with his fingers as he took a bite of his meal.
"Dude, that's more than five languages." Miles giggles having his eyes on the punker who's eyes widen after taking the first bite.
"I mean, English and Japanese don't count." Hobie said while chewing.
"It's still more than five."
"I know a little Swahili and Arabic." Hobie hums, "Not on the list like someone mentions."
"Hehe, still six, Hobie." Miles giggles with amusement.
"I don't believe inconsistency."
"Really? So you mix your info a lot?"
"Yup!" Hobie got a piece of chicken then let out a satisfying sound, "Mmm, this is fucking good, mate. Finally something good! Tastes like home."
"Good, huh?" Miles grins widely.
"Good? This is bloody amazing. I tried a lot of stuff before and this," He nodded with approval, "Tastes the fucking cake."
"I'm glad. I'll let the chef know." Miles hums happily, "So, Hobie... where ya from, man? You got a British accent and what's Hobie short for?"
Hobie grins widely, "Hobart and I come from good ole' London, luv."
"Hmm, Hobart? I never heard a name like that before. It's kinda foreign."
"Haha, not many have this name."
"But it is cute," Miles saw the way the punker look at him, "Hobie. That's a cute nickname."
"Not cute, mate. I'm dangerous." Hobie chuckles, "Look at me."
"Then what should I say? Handsome? Dangerous? Sexy?" Miles flirted being more bold.
"Sexy? I do like the sound of that." Hobie slowly chews with his eyes on his waiter.
"Hahaha, I prefer cute." Miles gave a smug smile, "Your cute."
"Stop, mate. Ya makin' me blush." He wasn't lying.
"Awe, that's cute." He laughs.
Hobie snorted before eating slowly. He wonders if Miles knows who he is. "So, Miles. What's does MGM mean?"
"Miles Gonzalo Morales. That's my full name." He answered rather quickly. "MGM keeps it fast and neat."
"And your works?"
"Mostly the struggle in living in New York, black and brown empowerment. Sometimes about my sexuality, or how we're often silence. You're lucky you got to see this painting. It's fairly new. Last one, I did a Free Palestine and- Oh Boy, the amount of hate we got. I mean, the tagging and pure hateful groups were making threats." Miles winced, "I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of stuff... it's pretty scary."
"Fucking nazis. Nothing terrible happened?" Hobie asked.
"Thank god nothing did. My dad use to be a the Chief of Police so many cops respect him and we got lucky with that sort of protection." Miles rubs his neck about his latest work, "I know, it's risk making works like that. So this time I play it safe now with murals for empowerment and aesthetics for this place, but my personally gallery works I go crazy."
"You got a gallery?"
"Eh, it's a small one not far from here, but I do make works here and there." Miles shrugs, "It's my passion."
"Good, you should keep it that way. Trust me, nothing beats creativity, bruv." He took another spoonful, to his surprised he was eating the plate clean. Normally, he'll take a few bites and leave the rest for his friends. Never much of eater, but this meal was too damn good.
Thanks for the advice, man." Miles nodded.
"Also, how did your pops work in a place like this? You say he was a pig?" Hobie commented.
Miles noticed the insult for cops, it makes sense. Nobody likes cops in this day and age, especially with all the shit they been doing. "He retired early from an incident and uses the money to built this place. It's actually my mom's dream, so that food you're eating is from my mami." Miles hums.
"Well, your mom cooking is perfection." Hobie took a bite of a tostones with a loud crunch sound, "Mmm, normally I don't eat much."
"I can see, your very skinny."
"But my height balances out, Sunflower." Hobie added.
"Yeah, you're very tall and this is from someone who's six' two"."
"Ah, I'm six'five"." Hobie chuckles at Miles' expression, he couldn't believe it.
"Dude, you're so tall. I think my uncle is the tallest in my family and you passed him." Miles said being in shock.
"I'm always been the tallest around my family." Hobie added as he lift his glass of water.
"Oh let me get you a refill." Miles got up.
"Oi, um... what about a soda pop, luv? Anything Puerto Rican drinks?" Hobie asked.
"We have Good Ole' Kola, it's a popular Puerto Rican soda." Miles said.
"One please, Sunflower."
"Coming right up." Miles went over to the bar to get a freshly cold can, "Say, why do you call me, Sunflower?"
"Your tattoos and your social." The other teenager said seeing Miles handing him a cold can of soda, he opens it hearing the hissed sound from the soda. "Does it offend you, Miles?"
Miles sat back down with his head shaking, "No, it's actually my favorite flower."
"Really?" Hobie could use that. "Why?"
"You know that Post Malone song called Sunflower?" Miles asked.
Hobie took a moment, "Maybe... not into pop."
"Well, that's one of my favorite song, and I like how pretty Sunflower looks. They always make me smile." Miles leans over to rest his face on one hand, "And fun fact, when there's no light or sunshine, they turned to each for energy. Isn't that cute, hm?"
Hobie sips his soda giving a nod, "So you're saying I'm a Sunflower since I'm cute?" He flirted back having to give a slight grin.
"Hmmm, I wouldn't say you look like a Sunflower. Maybe a Moonflower." Miles hums, "My second favorite flower." His honey eyes seem to glisten at him.
This lead the singer awestruck almost too flustered, he never felt like this in years. He didn't know what to say instead he shove rice and beans into his mouth. "Did you know Moonflowers only open at night and closes during the day?"
"No, I didn't know it existed."
"Maybe I should call you, Moonflower since you call me, Sunflower." Miles seems to be very interested in him.
"Oh yeah? Heh, nobody ever called me something nice like a flower."
"First time for everything." Miles added, "So, what got you coming here so late?"
"Oh... um... I was in that concert not too far from here?"
"Oh I heard some punk band, right?" Miles asked being clueless, "That place was packed! What's the band called... Spider Punk? Spider... hmm, Spider Band!"
"That's the one." Hobie nodded, "Listen to them?"
"Nah, I heard one song from them and it was their latest single." Miles shrugs, "I'm very into hip/hop, rap, R&B, Reggaeton, um... hmm a lil bit of pop. My little sister seems to like the song, it got her to sleep through it."
"Oh cool, she's a Spider-head?"
"Hahaha, she likes chaos." He play with hands together, "She's two."
Hobie never laughs so loud, "What, mate? You're pulling my leg?"
"I'm serious. One time I played a song and she started to sleep through it. I dunno I guess it's her Puerto Rican side loving loud music."
"Well, I'm honored a two year old sprog loves m- punk music." Hobie added, "Though, I hate labeling it punk."
"Oh, your that kind of punker? Hate labels?"
"I don't believe in them. I hate the AM and I hate the PM." The punker shoves the rest of his meals into his mouth then wipe his hands with a napkin. Man, he should've ate slow to keep talking to Miles, but the food was so good. "Never believed sticking to one thing."
"That's punk of you." Miles giggles, "Sorry, terrible joke."
"It's fine. I'll let it pass since this food- Mwah, chef kiss." Hobie kisses his two fingers together into the okay hand sign.
"Awe, good thing, too. I don't wanna piss you off." The waiter saw the plate being so clean, not a crumble left behind. "My mom would be so happy to see this plate so clean."
"It was so good, I want a second one to go."
"I can make the order if you want?"
"Please, do." The punker being very polite with him, never did he become so polite to people he's attractive.
"Alright. It'll take a few minutes." Miles got up to pick up the dirty dishes and utensils, the he went back to the kitchen to submit the order. Hobie nervously sat up straight then he sniff his breath wondering if it smell bad.
Smells like cigarettes... shit.
When Miles come back, all he did was giggle to himself while holding a dessert, "You got my mom super happy. She told me to give some tembleque."
"What now?"
"It's coconut pudding. It's really good." Miles places it in front of Hobie with a spoon next to it. "Trust me, you'll want to lick the plate."
"That's kind of your mum to give me a free dessert." He never experience such kindness before.
"Don't worry about it. She does it all the time when a customer being sweet and cleans off the plate." Miles winks at him, again.
"Can you tell her, thank you. I appreciate it." Hobie got a spoon to try the dessert, "Mmm, this is amazing." He mumbles with awed.
Miles could only smile at him, "You know, I really think you're cute." Slowly sway his upper body being a little shy to say.
That caught off the punker, he nearly choked on his pudding, The had to drink his soda then let out a low, "Wha?"
"I think you're cute. Your eyes grew wide like a kid. It's cute." Miles shrugs as he went back to sit down.
"Um... thanks." Hobie didn't know how to react.
"Oh sorry, didn't mean to weird you right." Miles frowned for the moment seeing how the punker looked uncomfortable. "Oh great, Miles. You thought you met someone else that's into the same team. I'm so sorry if-" Hobie quickly said, "No! Nono! I'm just- I was told many things but not cute. Sorry, for being weird about it, Sunflower."
"Oh, so you're gay?" Miles asked, "Sorry if that comes off rude. Normally, straight guys give me that look."
"Haha," Hobie sat back with a low deep chuckles, "Remember I don't believe in labels, luv. I play all the teams. I believe in connection."
"Oh very pansexual." Miles teased a bit.
"Maybe. Never consistent. Also I jump around with multiple partners."
"Ah, I'm bi-sexual and monogamous. To be honest, I don't like share my partners." Miles shrugs, "But that's just mean. Whatever float your boat, y'know?"
"Don't like sharing, huh? I'm into that." Hobie smirks widely at him this time being bold.
"Oh yeah?" Miles' eyes gleaming, his left leg shakes from being a bit nervous.
Hobie nodded with his hand placed on Miles' hand, "Yeah." His thumb gently massage into Miles' soft hand, it felt so tender. Miles couldn't help but let out a boyish giggle.
When the punker finished his dessert, Miles placed him the bill and brought out the take out.
"Say, this is a little heavy?" Hobie noticed two containers.
"I left you a slice of cake. Maybe you'll like it." Miles' voice went to a whisper, "Shh, don't tell my dad." Hobie let out a low chuckle.
"Cheeky minx."
"Shh. Anyway will that be cash or card?" He asked placing the plastic bag with take-out in it.
"Card, Sunflower. Maybe next time, I can DM you?"
"Sure. Anytime."
Hobie pulls out his black card which got Miles tilting his head to the side. He never seen a black card before. Aren't those for rich people? Anyway, he went ahead charging the card and placing it back on the table with two receipt and pen. Miles went to clean up the tables getting ready for closing time.
Before Miles went over to pick up the receipt from Hobie's table, "Miles, mi vida. Can you help me?"
"Sure, mami." He pouted over to Hobie, seeing the punker is going to leave soon.
Hobie could only give him a small smile, watching his Sunflower go to the back of the kitchen. He thought about waiting for him until his manager is blowing up his phone like crazy.
Bruce: Where are you asshole? Get your ass back to the bus.
Hobie: 🖕🏿 fuck off. I'm busy here.
Bruce: Hobie.
Hobie: 🙄 fine. I'll be there soon.
He cursed himself at his manager. Fucking Bruce. Always ruining his game. The punker went into his wallet pulling out a wad of cash, then leaving Miles a wonderful tip.
Hopefully we'll meet again.
Just like the wind, Hobie was gone from the restaurant. With beautiful thoughts of his Sunflower and hoping for the next time to meet... maybe go on date.
When Miles came back after helping his mom put somethings away in the fridge, he rushes to the main floor to find no one around. He pouted, slowly going over to the receipt. To his shock he saw a five hundred dollar tip. "What?" He almost chokes on his gasp.
Then his hand saw the receipt with Hobie's number and note.
See you later, Sunflower 😉
Hobie's number: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Text me when you want to hang, luv. I'm open this week.
The teenager put the number into his smart phone never feeling so bashful.
Miles felt his cheeks warm, "Wow..." For the first time, his heart was beating so fast and palms were sweaty. To think this cutie Punker would give him, his number. Who is this Hobie Brown? And how he got so much money? Miles' curiosity is getting to him, maybe that's why he found the punker so attractive. He's so mysterious, sweet, beautiful like a Moonflower.
He wants Hobie Brown.
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