"What the literal fuck Mike!" Vincent yelled, nearly slamming into the floor as a wet substance met with the flat of new black converse. Leave it to the half brained, pun spewing dingus know as Mike Schmidt to shove croissants into a coffee maker.

"I must have blanked again" the slightly shorter male grunted, sharp blue eyes assessing the dark liquid quickly spreading along the white tiled floor.

Sometimes, Vincent wonders how Mike was even allowed to work in the first place, someone with half their brain chomped off doesn't seem like the best worker. Last time he blanked somebody ended up with glue in their coffee instead of creamer, the reason such things were in the kitchen were beyond his imagination.

"Guess you could say this is a sticky situation" Mike chuckled, somehow finding humor in the situation at hand. Rolling his eyes once again, Vincent began digging the gooey mess from within the poor coffee machine's filter.

"One, coffee isn't sticky, Two, that joke was about as empty as your skull" the purple haired man exclaimed, lips curling in a smirk when Mike gave a sharp retort before attending to the growing line. Now is the worst time for his coworker to blank, morning time is by far the busiest time for coffee shops all around the college campus.

After much scrubbing, Vincent realized the machine was as good as gone, it wouldn't even cut on at this point.

"V-Vincent, is everything all right?" A quiet voice stuttered behind him, nearly causing the tall man to topple over in surprise.

"Geez Jeremy! You scared me!" Vincent breathed, bringing a gloved hand to clutch the fabric of his shirt. Jeremy was very small and quiet, hell, if he weren't working here the kid would be a great spy. Well, excluding his many anxieties that usually resulted in a panic attack.

"M-Mike!" Jeremy's voice snapped Vincent back to reality, eyes widening when the volume of said voice was raised many octaves higher than he has ever heard come from the small male.

Mike was in some deep shit, and there was no need to glance towards the line to know the bipolar man was once again blanking. However, the curiosity was gnawing in his gut, casting his gaze to see Mike vault over his designated counter and slam into a customer, her balance being thrown along with the book in her grasp.

Without a second thought, Vincent was the next to vault over the grimy counter, Jeremy following suit except in a much more orderly fashion, actually using the swing door instead of jumping over company owned appliances like the two older, but much more childish males had done.

Thankfully Mike hadn't gotten far before ramming into the girl, giving Vincent enough time to catch a smaller hand in his own as the other grabbed the book's spine, catching it midair. Through adrenaline driven eyes, Vincent glanced towards the female, getting a good look.

Her hair was a beautiful (h/c) color, and her eyes sparkled under the cheap lighting with surprise, an awkward smile quickly spreading across flushed cheeks, making her eyes even brighter. The staring contest was broken as a stuttering voice rang throughout the entire cafe, even at its high volume anyone could tell it came from a very unconfident person.

"Mike! I s-swear, if you blank o-one more time you'll be the n-next thing getting shoved in the coffee maker!" Jeremy yelled, a mix between groans and snorts coming from Mike's direction.

"I'm guessing that wasn't on purpose?" The girl asked, straightening herself and grabbing the book from Vincent's hand. She was obviously nowhere near offended by the rude shove she was just given, however, she tried to act like it.

It came across more adorable then intimidating.

"Nah, excuse him, he's missing half of his brain, literally" Vincent scoffed, missing the look of guilt cross the younger girls face.

"Oh! I didn't mean to offend him!" She interjected, biting her lip nervously as (e/c) eyes shifted to the two other males. At this point the customers had left, Mike lying face down on the tile floor, Jeremy trying to drag the much larger and more built man towards his work station.

"I'm Y/N" the girl sighed, holding out a gloved hand, no wonder the book slipped so easily out of her grip. Vincent put on a big smile, grabbing the fabric clad hand within his own, giving a brisk yet gentle shake.

"I'm Vincent, nice to meet you" he spoke, eyeing the glass doors at the front of the building, seeing the reason behind Y/N's gloves. Snow was now falling down quickly, the glass frosting over due to the dropping temperature.

"Ah! Sorry, how rude of me, did you want something?" Vincent asked, straightening his work apron. Y/N stalled briefly, pondering the question, "I would like a (Favorite Drink) please!" She chirped, pulling a ten from her boot.

Vincent chuckled, plucking the wrinkled bill from her much smaller hand, pocketing it with a wink as he got to work. However, the minute his coffee soaked shoe stepped in the kitchen, he was greeted with a smug grin.

"What, Schmidt!?" Vincent growled, shoving past his coworker briskly, shoulder slamming a little harder than intended. When the icy orbed man didn't make a sound, Vincent became even more frustrated, slamming the drink machine button down.

"What!?!" He asked once again, glaring daggers at the smug looking man, gaze softening a little when Jeremy was spotted beside him. He may be angry, but Jeremy's anxiety problems would more than likely act up when arguing begins. Especially when the young man's father was the main reason why the anxieties formed in the first place.

"Nothing!" Mike chirped, unnaturally bright eyed, his usual grim face being that of mischief.

"If I'm done being interrogated, I'll go give that lovely young woman her drink now" He ground out, a dangerous glint to dark blue eyes. Making no attempt to intervene, Vincent sighed, walking up to the counter and waving at his customer.

"Hope to see you again, Y/N!" He called, earning a blush as Mike handed her the drink. Suddenly, tiny tapping was felt on his shoulder, attention redirecting from the retreating girl.

"Hope you k-know that Mike w-was in possession of a sharpie" Jeremy giggled, emerald eyes glancing up towards the topic of the conversation. There sat Mike, twirling a black sharpie between gloved fingers nonchalantly, "You'll thank me later, Grape".

The sharpie was launched across the shop and bounced dangerously close to the wall beside Vincent's head.

"Mike, what did you do!!?" Vincent yelled, only getting a snort from Mike and a poorly hidden giggle from Jeremy.

Great.

------Somewhere else-------

Y/N sighed heavily, shivering from the cold wind and snow gathering along the outside of her hoodie. The only warm thing being the drink held between gloved hands.

"Shit, its to cold for this" She cursed, picking up the walking pace to a much more speedy one. However, the aroma of her drink was mixed with something else, something a college student knew all the well.

Sharpie.

Y/N gently removed one of her hands, black smudges on a pristine white glove standing out like a sore thumb. Eyes averted to the culprit, writing along the side of her insulated cup, all in the form of numbers.

"See ya later, cutie -Vincent" she read aloud, warmth quickly spreading across her nearly numb face as she eyes the numbers. Well, at least she would be warm all the way back to her dorm.

Maybe she'd even enjoy her drink in a nice cozy chair, calling the number that was now etched in her memory and the side of her cup.

Guys I'm so sorry! School stressed me tf out, I went through a breakup, my mom had surgery, yadayada. Anywhore enough with my problems, hope you enjoyed! I am most likely going to write a part 2 to this, since it was mostly about Mike being a dumbass, It was kinda rushed so I'm sorry if it has mistakes and is poorly written. PLEASE COMMENT REQUESTS FOR ONE-SHOT IDEAS! IM RUNNING OUT!!