Yoooooooooooooo I'm bored O/O open

His smile was cute too. Bridge pulled his knees up to his chest, as he was now the only person in the cafe besides the two people behind the counter. If only someone would come in now - but then again, the stranger was more likely to notice him. Why do you care?

Max looked around the cafe to see who was in there, his brown eyes landing on a white-haired boy around his age. He's kind of cute. He thought, his face flushing a bit at the thought before looking at his friend again. "When does your shift end?"

Bridge's eyes widened as the other boy's eyes swept over him - and his face flushing. I'm sorry but wHAT was thAT

(Lmao mee)

"Righttt–" His friend glanced at the clock. "–now."

Max sighed and let her leave, looking at the white-haired boy again. "Are you going to order anything? Or did you already order?"

(hes gonna have weird gen z thoughts throughout this)
"N-no." Bridge spoke quietly. "I'm fine."

(cough me cough)

"You sure?" Max asked, looking a bit worried.

(same)
"Yeah, I'm, um, fine." Bridge avoided his gaze. Okay like he's pretty but you are anXIOUS

"Okay then," Max replied, wondering why his heart had skipped a beat.

Bridge remained silent, occasionally sneaking glances at the boy from his corner. It felt weird to be so out in the open, yet so reclused - his golden eyes shone in the lights as well as his white hair, and the lack of people only made his black freckles stand out more against his pale skin.

Max pretended to be looking at his phone, but was thinking over of what had just happened and about how damn cute the boy was. His heart had probably practically stopped beating by now, and everything was messed up. HOW IS HE SO DAMN cUte?!

Bridge looked up at Max just as their eyes met. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t look away.

Max quickly looked away, his face flushing a bit, but looked back after a few seconds to see the boy still staring at him. "I–um–do you need anything?"

“No. Sorry.” Bridge’s face flushed.

Max nodded, looking away again as he looked around, not sure what to do.

“So…um…never mind.” Bridge tossed away his question.

Max glanced at the other when he started talking, looking a bit confused. "What were you saying?"

“Nothing. Nothing, it’s fine.” He fiddled with the gray ribbon on his wrist anxiously.

"Okay then," Max replied, instantly smiling brightly when a customer came in.

Bridge’s face flushed a little as Max smiled at the customer. Relaxing a bit, he put his legs down again and breathed out.

Max smiled at the man as he walked over to the counter and told Max his order. "Oh, it seems like I've forgotten my name, can I have yours instead?" He asked, winking flirtatiously at him.

His face flushed a bit at that. "I–um–M-Max…can I have your name now, Sir?"

The man chuckled, a small smile on the man's lips. "Sure, it's Jay."

Bridge’s eyes widened. He had gotten flustered at the other man, which meant he might be gay. And his name was max.

Max quickly wrote down his name, turning around to make the drink, only to hear another comment. "Yep, I'd definitely fuck that ass."

Max's face got even redder, quickly making the drink before turning around and handing the man the drink. "H-Here you go…"

"Can I also have your number? I would love to go on a date with you and get to know you better." The man still had that smile on his face, the one that would probably make anyone melt or throw themselves at his feet.

Max didn't object, quickly writing down a number on a piece of paper and handing it to the man. "There you go."

Definitely gay. Bridge decided, sitting up. For some reason he god bad vibes from the man. Maybe if I actually order something, Max’ll talk to me…but I don’t have any money! Bridge thought to himself as the man left.

Max chuckled softly to himself after the man left, he had given the man a number which led to the Rejection Hotline which told the person that they have been rejected (It's a real thing). He glanced at the clock to see how much longer he had to be here, sighing in relief when he realized he didn't have to be here for much longer. Only five more minutes.

Bridge spied a five dollar bill on the floor and hastily snatched it up - the other man must have dropped it. He nervously stood. “Um, can I get a, uh, hot chocolate please?” He stuttered nervously.

Max glanced at the man and smiled brightly at him, nodding in reply before picking up a cup. "Name?"

Bridge smiled back a little. “Um, my name is Bridge.”

"Cool name," Max complimented, turning around again to make Bridge's drink.

"T-thanks…" Bridge stuttered nervously. Max was really pretty.

"You're welcome," Max said after he handed Bridge his drink, still smiling and at him.