Going for Coffee
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Jesper's POV

"He should know though, because if he continues to hang out with us, he'll learn eventually." Inej calmly says over the clammer in Jesper's head. Wylan was so innocent that he shouldn't be inflicted in Jesper's real life. Then he'll learn that Jesper kills people to make money, then he'll learn about Jesper's gambling problem. Wylan will hate him.

"Easy then. Look Wylan," Nina starts, "we are the crows, and our 'home' is the crow club. We're part of the Dregs, and it involves killing for kruge. With me so far?" Nina says, looking at Wylan who was just staring at her with his jaw dropped. "Uh-huh, I think." "Good. Now Jesper's the sharpshooter in the crow club meaning he's our go to guy when we want something shot. Kaz is technically the leader of the crows, Inej is our wraith. Don't mess with her or she can kill you at night. Literally. I'm the Heartrender–wait do you know what Grisha is?"
"Yeah, I know. So, you're a Heartrender," Wylan tries to continue the conversation. "Yup. I'm the silent killer. Oh yeah, and Jesper has a gambling problem." Wylan looks at Jesper just as Jesper face palms his head. "Nina! Stop being such a chatterbox!" Jesper says through gritted teeth but Nina just smirks. "Oh, you don't mean it Jes." Nina bats her eyelashes at him where Wylan smiles for the first time in a while in being in a strange place with strange people.

"Well, the secrets have been spilt. You now know about us. You don't hate me, do you?" Jesper asks and inej silently giggles. Wylan vigorously shakes his head, making Jesper give him a lazy and seductive smile. "Glad about that then." The bell goes and the crows and Wylan stand up. "Still on for coffee?" Jesper asks and Wylan nods again before they all leave for their last class.

Jesper flops onto his bed, rubbing his eyes from a long day of schoolwork then remembers his deal with Wylan. He jumps out of bed and runs to his wardrobe, getting out one of his nicer suits. It was a baby blue coloured suit with a neat jacket and pants, a white undershirt beneath the blue jacket. He doesn't bother with putting gel in his hair, nothing stops his hair from curling. Besides, to Jesper and almost every girl he's flirted with, it doesn't matter. He'd look good even in a trash bag.

His phone buzzes at his bedside table and he almost trips over scattered clothes in order to look at it. He unlocked his phone and answered the call. "Hey Wylan! Been waiting for you to call" "sorry, I just got ready, and I was wondering if you just wanted to get coffee at the Ketterdam café?" Jesper smiles whilst regaining breath. "Sounds cool. I'll meet you in fifteen minutes?" "Make it ten, I'm literally on my way." Jesper's eyes go wide, and he pulls his shoes on whilst holding the phone to his ear. "Alright, see you in ten minutes then." the phone call ends and Jesper shoves his phone in his pocket, strapping his gun holders to his waist before heading out the door, bolting down every corridor until he got outside.

He headed in the direction of the café, hoping he wouldn't be late, but he sees Wylan just entering the café. Jesper runs a few more metres before he feels a stitch, so he slows down. Wylan turns around and smiles when he sees Jesper out of breath and walking towards him "hello Jesper!" he smiles, opening the door for the sharpshooter. Wylan tries to keep his eyes off Jesper's guns, but he does anyway. "Sorry I was late. Too many hallways." Wylan shrugs and goes up to the counter, Jesper putting an arm around him, warming up the cold boy.

"Hello! What would you like today?" the barista asks, smiling kindly at the two boys. "A double shot expresso and French toast with jam for me." Wylan says and looks at Jesper for his order. "a coffee frappe and caramel waffles thanks." The barista nods before typing prices into the register. "That'll be $7.56c thanks." Before Jesper can get out his very little kruge, Wylan hands the barista a stack of kruge magically from out of his pocket making Jesper's draw drop. "This is way too much to accept." The barista says, checking each note. It was all legit. "Please. I want you to keep it. Maybe that way that when we come back, you'll find a way to pay us back." Wylan says smoothly, collecting his and Jesper's food.

The two boys walk away, Jesper too stunned to speak. "h-how d-do you! Money, lots, Wylan, how, father, must be" Jesper stutters, unable to create a proper sentence. Wylan chuckled slightly hearing the nonsense coming out of Jesper's mouth. "I don't understand any of it, but my dad's the headmaster and he seems to leave kruge anywhere in the house, so I took a lot of it." Beatings too, Wylan finishes in his head. He wasn't ready for Jesper to find out.

"Kruge! So, much, KRUGE!" Jesper shouts, making a few people turn their heads the boy's way "keep your voice down Jesper, we don't want people hearing I have a lot of kruge!" Wylan whispers and Jesper immediately apologises. The boys reach an unoccupied table and sit down, instantly tucking into their food. Within seconds, Wylan had smeared a little jam on his cheek, and Jesper noticed immediately.

"You have a little jam on your face, here" Jesper leans forwards and uses his thumb to wipe it away, instantly making Wylan's face go red. "all gone." Jesper leans back and acts like nothing happened, although fireworks were going off in his mind. Everything was bliss, Wylan was happy and smiling, he was too, and he had an amazing meal to share with this amazing person. Although, Jesper really didn't like Wylan that way.

Right?

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