"Whoa! Hey, [Y/N], super-cutie at three o'clock."

Your friend nods his head towards the teenager who just walked through the door of the coffee shop you work at in Queens, right across from Midtown High. The boy looks about your age with messy brown hair and a shy smile that instantly makes you grin mischievously.

"Hey, Felix," you whisper, giving a not-so-subtle wink. "Watch this."

You walk over to the counter, flashing the young man a pleasant smile. "Welcome to Rossi's. What'll it be today?"

The teenager shifts uncomfortable as his gaze moves from you to the menu and back to you. "Um...I...I'll have anything you can give me that will get me through a Spanish test."

"I got just the thing." You chuckle as you write down the order. "Name?"

"My name...Oh! Right, my name. Peter...Peter Parker."

Peter runs a hand through his hair nervously as he walks out of the line to wait. You giggle to yourself as a brilliant idea forms in your mind.

When his high-caffine drink arrives, you take out your marker and write, "'Do you like sailing? Because I ship you and me.'"

You show Felix the cup before calling Peter over for his order. "There you go, Mister Parker." You give him a wink. "Good luck on that Spanish test."

He gives an awkward smile. "Thanks."

As he walks out the door, you and Felix watch him hold up the cup and read the words. He turns back towards the coffee shop, red as your apron, flashes an nervous smile, then hurries to school.

"By god, [Y/n]," Felix mumbles. "I think you scared the poor bastard."

"Shut up, Fe," you laugh, quite pleased with yourself. "I've a feeling Mister Parker will be back."

TO BE CONTINUED...