- Chapter 38 - Flirty and Flirtier -
Warnings: I can't write flirting for the life of me
Modern AU
Third Person POV

Race walks into the Cafe near his dorm, rubbing his eyes slightly.

He was tired.

It was finals week and finals always drained Race.

As a student at MIT, everything was draining.

Race still loved it.

Race had been to this Cafe many times, but today was different and not just because he felt like he could actually pass out from exhaustion.

There was a new boy working at the register.

Or- Race had never seen him before.

He was about the same height as Race, wore a blue and red flannel, had darker skin, brown eyes, and darker brown hair.

He was honestly kinda cute.

When the boy noticed Race, he smirked.

That made the blush on Race's cheeks a bit more obvious.

"Good morning," the boy greets. "How can I help you today?" He asks.

"I honestly need like fifteen i caffé so I don't pass out." Race answers, yawning slightly.

The boy chuckles.

"I'll take il caffé, per favore." Race tells the boy softly.

The boy looks at Race. "Are you going to translate or should I pull out Google translate?" he asks.

Race laughs a bit. "Sorry. I forget not everyone speaks Italian sometimes." He responds.

The boy laughs a bit. "I get it. It's a beautiful language, but I don't know it." He tells Race.

"One coffee please." Race translates.

The boy nods, grabbing a cup.

"Do you have a name or should I just put 'beautiful'?" The boy asks Race, looking at him out of the corner of his eye with a smirk.

Race turns bright red. "Antonio." He mumbles.

"No offense to your name, but I prefer beautiful." The boy comments nonchalantly, looking at the cup as he writes Race's name on it.

Race was having a hard time processing the situation because he was so flustered. "Do you have a name- or?" He questions.

The boy laughs. "Romeo." He answers. "Well-" he stops writing for a moment. "That's the name my friends gave me. I like it better than my real name, Rowan." He sticks his tongue out in disgust.

Race nods. "Same here. I don't mind my real name and I tend to use it for most things, like getting coffee, because people tend to think 'Racetrack' is weird." He tells Romeo.

Romeo laughs a bit. "Got it."

Race drums his fingers on the counter, a nervous habit he gained.

His mind was abuzz.

"Why are the cutest boys always the flirtest?" Romeo heard Race mumble.

Romeo knew he probably didn't mean to say it out loud, but he was still going to take this chance to tease the cute, Italian, blonde boy.

Romeo chuckles. "Ain't never met a boy cuter than you so I wouldn't know." He responds, filling Race's cup.

He looks over at Race to find him bright red.

Romeo chuckles again, looking back at Race's cup.

Romeo puts the cap on Race's cup.

"Where's your confidence and flirty remarks when you need them, am I right?" Race mutters as Romeo hands him his drink.

Romeo chuckles again. "You're cute. We should talk sometime." He states.

Race nods, taking a sip from his drink.

Race pays and leaves.

When he left, Romeo noticed a note on the counter.

I'm flirter when it's not finals week.

Let's talk then. 000-000-0000

- Antonio

Romeo smirks to himself, ignoring the slight amount of blush on his face the note caused.

You wanna play flirty, Antonio?

I'll give you flirty.

A week later

Race walks into the Cafe to find Romeo at the register again, looking bored.

He smirks. "I could just be more awake," Race stops for a moment when Romeo looks up at him. "Probably not," he mutters. "But you're cuter than you were when I last saw you."

Romeo smirks at him, standing up a bit straighter. "My favorite blonde boy," he states. "I got your note."

"I was hoping you did." Race mutters, leaning against the counter across from Romeo.

Romeo chuckles. "Just been debating whether or whether not to text the beauty called 'Antonio'." He responds. "My nerves get the best of me."

Race scoffs. "Nerves? You?" He shoots Romeo a look.

Romeo chuckles, putting his hand up in a surrendering motion. "I'm serious." He responds. "It's not everyday that a cute boy leaves me his phone number."

Race turns redder than he had been before. "I'm not winning this, am I?" He asks quietly.

Romeo chuckles. "No. No, you're not." He responds.

Race shrugs, placing money on the counter. "One coffee please." He requests.

Romeo nods, grabbing a cup.

He makes Race's coffee and hands it back to Race.

Race blushes when he sees that Romeo wrote 'my Juliet' on the cup, instead of 'Antonio'.

Romeo counts the money.

He stops, his eyebrows furrowing.

He re-counts the money.

Romeo then looks up at Race, confused. "This is about thirty dollars over what the price is." He informs Race.

Race nods.

Romeo shoots him a look. "Race..." he starts, placing the extra thirty dollars back on the counter. "I'm not taking this."

"You are or I'll sneak it in your pocket." Race responds with a small smirk.

Romeo rolls his eyes, taking the money and putting it in his pocket. "Thanks." He mutters.

Race smiles, proud of himself for winning the argument.

After a few more minutes of talking, Race had to get to his Bio. class and Romeo had to get back to work.

Race thanked Romeo again, after a small debate of Romeo again trying to give Race back the money, which Race won again, and left the Cafe.

Romeo was cleaning up just slightly when he noticed another note.

He smiled to himself, grabbing it and reading it.

Here's my number again, in case you've forgotten. 000-000-000

Call or text me this time. I promise this 'beautiful Italian called Antonio' doesn't bite.

See you around,
Antonio

Romeo chuckles to himself, folding the note again and tucking it in his pocket.

He's really cute.

Like, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really-

We get the point.

Really cute.

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