For LavenderBrown708
With a special Boyf appearance... *gasp*

Note: I've never been to Starbucks, so all of the orders mentioned I either came up with or looked up on the internet

Connor pulled his hair back, shaping it into a small bun. Of course, he wasn't proud of being a barista, and at Starbucks of all places, but he got paid, so that was what really mattered in the end. Right?

He would have been fine working on the coffee machine or cleaning the tables, anything but working the cash register. That was the worst. It required the greatest amount of social interaction, but since he was late to his shift, it was the only place open for him.

He called the next person up.

"Hi, can I get a caramel macchiato, venti, skim, extra shot, extra-hot, and extra-whip?" a college aged girl said to him, pulling out her wallet.

Connor pressed some buttons, sighing. "Anything else?"

She gave him her credit card. "Oh, and can you make that sugar-free?"

Connor pressed another button and grabbed the credit card, probably a little too aggressively.

This was going to be a long day.

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Evan swung open the door, fixing his hair that had been messed up from the wind outside. He'd never been inside of a Starbucks before, but it was so cold outside, and he could really use a nice warm hot chocolate. And with no other good coffee shop around, this was his last resort.

He stood at the back of the line behind two boys who sounded like they were in deep conversation with each other:

"Since when did he get a job here? Did he tell you about it?" one of the boys asked the other, and pointed to one of the employees at a cash register. Evan recognized him from English class, the boy who sat behind him, two desks to the left. Connor, he thought his name was. Did Evan like him? Sure. Did Evan think he was cute? Most definitely.

He didn't want to intrude on their concerns, but at the same time, Evan didn't want to be just standing there awkwardly by himself and staring at them.

So, Evan tapped on one of the boy's shoulders and they both turned around. 

"Hey bro," said one of the boys, who was wearing a red sweatshirt. Evan noticed the boy had sewed some patches onto it, and he thought it was very artistic of him.

Evan smiled at him, then gestured to the cash register guy. "Do you...know him?"

The boy with the red sweatshirt nudged the other boy and smirked. The other boy sighed, trying to hide a smile. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason..." Evan twiddled his thumbs, looking down at the ground.

"Do ya like him?" The boy with the red sweatshirt grinned, hoping for a positive answer. The other boy sighed again.

"Michael," the other boy whispered and  crossed his arms. "Sorry about him. I'm Jeremy, and this is my friend Michael."

Micheal looked at Jeremy skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, I thought we'd upgraded..."

"Uh, sorry," Jeremy stuttered. "Let me rephrase: this is my boyfriend Michael." Michael seemed more satisfied with that.

The line finally moved the tiniest inch, and Evan wondered why Starbucks lines always moved so slowly.

"So what were you saying about a future boyfriend?" Michael wiggled his eyebrows and Evan blushed profusely.

"It's nothing, he just in my English class and..."

"Aw, cute little high school love, it's adorable," Micheal grinned and quickly kissed Jeremy's forehead. Jeremy smiled at him adoringly.

"If you really want to impress him, I'd recommend just being yourself," Jeremy advised. "Trust me when I tell you trying to be cool... it doesn't work out."

Michael nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah dude you just gotta...go for it, I guess. I'm sorry, Jere, I forgot. Why did we come into a Starbucks again?"

Jeremy sighed, chuckling at his boyfriend's attention span. "I told you. We're gonna try a cake pop tonight." The line moved up again and it was their turn. "Sorry, man. Good luck though," Jeremy said and dragged Michael to the cash register.

Evan breathed in deeply, trying to shake away the nerves. This was it. He was going to do this and he was going to succeed. He just needed to... be more chill.

Soon Jeremy and Michael were walking through the door, and Michael winked at Evan one last time before they left.

"Next," Connor called, and was soon greeted by the boy who he knew a little too well.

Evan Hansen. God, what a beautiful name. It just flowed beautifully, Connor thought.

He was ripped from his trance when the beautiful boy finally spoke. "Can I...sorry um can I get a uh..."

"Double espresso with two shots? Non-fat Americano? A venti caramel drizzle with extra caramel, light ice, 2% milk, and extra whip?" Connor grumbled, still annoyed even though he was talking to an angel.

"Actually, I just want a hot chocolate. Er...please," Evan said before his anxiety got the best of him.

"One hot chocolate. Do you want whipped cream with that?" Connor asked but Evan shook his head. Connor shrugged and took Evan's cash. "It'll be right out."

Evan nodded, and stood to the side while he waited for his drink. The front door opened again, sending in a draft and Evan shivered. It was too late to be out like this.

"One hot chocolate for...um...," another employee called out and Evan looked up, grabbing the warm cup. He inspected his name on the label, but instead there was a set of numbers. A phone number, he realized.

Evan looked up to see Connor staring at him. Connor mouthed "call me", then went right back to giving someone change as if nothing had ever happened.

Evan smiled to himself as he exited the coffee shop and silently thanked Jeremy and Michael for showing up when they did.

Sorry about that person who requested. It was really rushed.

Today I learned that I can't write Boyf Riends. Good to know for future reference.

I'm just going to leave you with that. Have a nice day.

Requests would be greatly appreciated.