Andy-

The first time he came into the coffee shop, it was only a week into the semester at university. He ordered black coffee, stayed for three hours, and then left.

The second time he came in, it was the same routine. He ordered a black coffee, stayed for three hours and then left.

It went on like this for a month. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday, he would grace us with his beautiful eyes, messy hair, and hipster style that I didn't mind. He was eye candy for sure. Gorgeous face, slim figure, and obviously worried about the important things, like school.

My usual coworker, Jess, and I would wait every day for when he comes in at around 6 o'clock pm just to fight at who is going to take his order. Who was going to talk to pretty boy today? "He obviously isn't gay, why do you insist on talking to him," Jess huffs playfully. I understand her point, but he has a rainbow pin on his backpack (along with a Star Wars, Harry Potter, and Supernatural pin (what a nerd)) and that gives me enough hope to keep talking to him and possibly get enough courage to flirt as well.

One day however, a girl just started showing up to his little coffee study sessions. She was cute, but obviously not his type. She ordered a fruity tea, constantly stayed on her phone, and just- I can't think of a third reason why, she just wasn't his type. His demeanor didn't change around her either. He was still the quiet guy who didn't look up from his computer the second he sat down. She stopped coming after a month though and I was probably a little bit too happy about that.

Jess was getting brave. She started talking to him more, but he really didn't seem interested. After a few to many tries of her flirting, she gave up. "You know what?" she exasperated, "I'm over pretty boy, he is all yours!" She sighed dramatically before tending to her closing duties, "waste of my time." I only laugh back at her, but hey, at least I have free range now...until I didn't.

Now a guy started coming into the coffee shop with him. The short, brunette guy who also didn't match pretty boy's style. Shortie ordered a caramel macchiato, did some work, then eventually started playing on his phone. He also eyed other guys as they walked in. I frowned watching this unfold, I really wish pretty boy wasn't on a date with this guy. If I was on a date with pretty boy, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off him.

But sadly, this went on for about a month and into the colder season. It was about to be December, a week away in fact, the season of giving but also the season of finals. We were a little bit busier in the coffee shop, but that did not stop me from pouring pretty boy a black coffee every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. But something happened that I didn't expect, pretty boy's shortie approached me.

"Hey cutie," he smirked. His dangerous forest eyes had a hint of mischief behind them and his Essex accent was slurred a bit, I'm guessing to sound sultry. I look past him for a second to see that pretty boy was gone, probably in the bathroom, before I look back at the brunette.

"How can I help you sir?" I answer politely not looking too much into the compliment.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could possibly have your number."

I laugh, "mate, you don't even know my name."

"Andy," he grins before gesturing to my name tag that sat on my chest, front and center for everyone to see. I completely forgot it was there and I mentally face palmed. "So, is that a yes?" he asked as his fingers trace over the counter.

I bite my lip as pretty boy comes out of the bathroom. Our eyes connect and I may have looked at little too long because that causes the brunette to turn and face pretty boy as well. "Don't worry about him, he is just my cousin," he says brushing off pretty boy. My heart soars, his cousin? That means pretty boy is available and has been available. "My name is Brooklyn," the brunette continues before writing his number on the back of the receipt, "call me sometime."

He leaves with a wink and I blush taking the receipt and looking down to the numbers scribbled across the paper. "What's that?" Jess asks coming from the back with new coffee grinds in her hands of the Christmas flavors. She rushes to put down the coffee and takes the paper from my hand. "Oh my gosh! You got someone's number? Who? Who is Brooklyn?" she is jumping around like an excited puppy causing me to laugh.

"Jess, calm down," I smile, "it's no one, I won't be messaging them."

"Oh," she frowns, "not your type?"

"Something like that."

"Okay, well, my sorority is throwing an end of school year party after finals this week on Saturday if you want to come?" She asks getting the coffee grinds organized. "The theme is White Christmas and it's a black light party which should be really fun."

Although I'm not in a fraternity, Jess tends to invite me to most of the parties they throw because she doesn't have a date. I would be stupid to decline. Closeted, drunk fraternity guys are the way to go for a one night stand, maybe Harper would be there. Harper has always been my go-to booty call. "Sure, sounds fun. Getting ready at your house?"

"Don't we always?" she giggles before we both return to work.

-

Finals went great and to celebrate, I decided that I wasn't really going to care tonight. Jess's sorority rented out a pub with one of the fraternities and it looked fucking sick inside. Jess knew the bartender and we were able to get free shots and that's how the night started.

After a couple of shots of vodka with a tequila sunrise to wash it down, I was past tipsy and feeling great. I was on the dance floor with Jess as some random music was playing and we were having a good time. I felt someone behind me and when I turned around, I saw a familiar, striking blue eyes staring back at me.

"Harper!" I smiled before pulling him into a hug and kissing the corner of his mouth. Too much? No, not enough. I want him to take me now.

He only laughs, "hey Andy, couple of us are lighting up in the back, you want to come? You can bring Jess." My eyes light up at the thought of free weed. I turn around to see Jess already socializing with some of her sorority sisters and shrug. More for me.

"Let's go," I mumble out before Harper takes my hand and I melt. I don't have feelings for Harper, but he doesn't touch me unless it's in private. This is a nice change despite it only being because he is too drunk to care.

We make it to a back room where I sit next to Harper and I am guessing a few of his other frat brothers. I don't really pay much attention though because Harper's knee was touching mine and I want to feel that burn all over my body.

There were two joints being passed around the circle of six people and every hit I take feels like it was another step closer to nirvana. I felt my eyes slowly droop and a dopey smile grace my lips as vibrations tingle my body. Giggling at the sensation, I decide I better tap out now before I get too faded.

I lean back further in couch as Harper finishes the smoke circle. Once he leans back, I lay my head on his shoulder. "Harper, I'm high," I giggled, "and drunk."

"You're cross faded," he muses.

"Yeah, haven't felt this good in ages," I mumble as my hands brush all over my skin.

I feel Harper turn his head. "I bet I can show you a few things that can make you feel better," he whispers.

The words sent a shiver up my spine and I pick my head up off his shoulder, "I know you can."

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine."

As we make to towards the front of the pub, my eyes catch a familiar figure in the corner by the entrance. There sat pretty boy, with Brooklyn on his lap as the two were making out. I kind of lose my footing for a second and Harper looks back at me. "You okay And?"

"Do you know who they are?"

Harper's gaze follows to where I was pointing and he shrugs, "that my frat brother Brooklyn and his boyfriend Rye."

"Rye," I mumble testing the name out on my lips. I like it, it suits him. "Wait, that's Brooklyn's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Not really," I frown, "but I do know that Brooklyn asked for my number a week ago."

That piqued Harper's interest a bit, "damn, who would have known my own fraternity brother would go after you?" I give Harper a sideways glance but the blonde just shrugged, "honestly, Brook is kind of a slut. Wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't already cheated on Rye yet."

I frowned, "I'm going to tell Rye."

"Pardon?"

"I'm going to tell Rye," I say a little louder before my feet begin to move towards the couple.

Two arms, however, pulled me back, "woah there feisty, you are too wasted to be ruining relationships right now."

With adrenaline pumping through me from the realization that Brook lied to me and wanted to cheat on pretty boy- Rye with me, I pulled my shoulders away from Harper. "Watch me," I slur before walking right up to Brook and tapping on his shoulder.

They didn't pull away from each other and I roll my eyes, "excuse me?"

They stopped kissing with an obnoxious pop and Brook whipped his head towards me, "what?" He asks angerly, but then the color drains on his face as he recognizes me.

I smile, "don't you think you are acting a little too lovey towards your cousin?"

"Cousin?" I hear Rye mutter and I shiver at the voice.

My eyes dart to his and I see a confused expression littered on every inch of his gorgeous face. "Yeah, Rye right?" he nodded his head, "at the coffee shop the other day, Brooklyn gave me his number. I asked about you and, you know what maybe your boyfriend can tell you what he told me."

We break eye contact as Rye looks down and Brooklyn in his lap, but the lad was just staring daggers at me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under. I feel a hand at my lower back and I look up to see Harper. "Hey Book, Rye. We were just going," he says with a tiny laugh trying to user me out, but I was having too much fun with this.

"I think I remember it perfectly," I started and I can hear Harper sigh giving up on trying to make me drop the subject, "it was last Sunday you called me a cutie right? You saw me look concerned because I know you at pretty boy were an item, but you told me not to worry because he was your cousin. It's a good thing I didn't text you huh?" My eyes look over to Rye who is starting to look more angry then confused. "By the way, he checks out other guys when you aren't looking and good ol' Harp right here," I playfully slapped him on the chest, "said that Brook was a slut who probably already cheated on you."

"Andy that's enough," Harper interjected, his voice void of all playfulness.

"One more thing," I smile, "you," I point to Rye, "deserve so much better than him. Ta-ta, let's go fuck Harper." I pull him out of the bar without a single other word.

~

I don't see pretty boy for a while. Weeks, maybe even months go by and he doesn't step foot into the coffee shop. Jess either doesn't notice or doesn't care because she never brings him up. I, on the other hand, seem to care too much because every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday I would wait for pretty boy to walk through the door but he wouldn't be there. I tried to forget about him and I finally thought I was going to, until I saw him again. But it wasn't on a Tuesday, Thursday, or Sunday, it was on a Friday.

It was the first week back to class on a freezing week in late January. I was busy running around the kitchen in the shop, burning myself with coffee, but earning great tips. I picked up this shift because I knew we would be busy and I need extra cash.

I hear the familiar chime of the door. "Good afternoon, I'll be with you in a minute," I call out as I was finishing a drink.

"Take your time," I hear a familiar, velvety voice. I turn around to see none other than pretty boy standing at the cash register with an unreadable expression.

I turn back and put a lid on the drink. "White mocha latte for Ashley," I holler and watch as a bubby girl comes walking up to the counter.

"Thank you," she giggles before slipping a dollar into the tip jar and giving me a wink.

I blush before walking over to the cash register making my co-worker finish the remaining orders. "Large black coffee?" I spew out his normal order as if it was second nature.

He thinks about it for a second, "what do you usually get?"

I stare at him, "um, I usually get a macchiato with an extra shot of expresso and caramel."

"Oh, extra energy and sugar, is that how you are able to run around your entire shift?" he asks.

I kind of just stand there. Is he actually talking to me? Why is he making conversation? Jess is not going to believe this. "Um, yeah actually," I let out a nervous huff that was supposed to be a laugh, but it kind of got stuck in the back of my throat.

"Right," he smiles, "so I will take a black coffee and one of those while you go on break yeah?" My eyes connect with his again. "If that's okay of course," he mumbles back tracking a bit.

I can't believe what is happening and my heart races a million miles per hour. I look over at the clock and notice that my break isn't for another hour. I see the orders that are piled up on the side of me and I probably shouldn't let these words tumble out of my mouth, but they do anyway. "Let me help finish this tiny rush and I'll come sit by you yeah?"

"Sounds good," he pulls out his wallet and I shake my head.

"No, no, don't worry about it, it's on me," I rush and he just laughs.

"I insist, consider it a thank you," he winks before pulling his debit card out.

"Oh, okay," I bite back a smile as I swipe the card. I notice that he leaves a five dollar tip but before I could say anything else, he walks to his table and takes a seat.

After catching up with the orders, I walk up to my coworker Jake. "Hey man, look, remember that time I let you sneak out with your girlfriend for like thirty minutes and you said you owed me?"

He laughs to himself, "wasn't my girlfriend."

I dismiss his comment, "I'm gonna cash in that favor now. I'll be back in thirty, call me if things pick up again."

"Sure man," he mumbles before continuing to clean.

I pick up the two coffees before walking towards the table. Pretty boy stands up when he sees me and gives me a smile. I hand him a coffee. "Thank you," his voice sounds. "Can you go on a walk?"

"Sure, I got thirty minutes though."

"Perfect," he smirks before heading towards the door. I follow close behind like a puppy and shake my head when Jake offers me wink before I grab my coat off the rack.

We walk down the street with no particular destination in mind, but end up on one of the benches on campus. "So," I murmur.

"So," he mimics with a tiny laugh.

"So, Rye," he gives me a little sideways glance, "I just want to apologize for my behavior the first time we, uh, met," I mumble over my words before taking a sip of my coffee to help warm my cheeks. The cold January air is beating me up, but it's a nice contrast to the stuffy coffee shop.

Rye hums taking a sip of his coffee, "that wasn't the first time we met." I look over to him and he only grins, "and I want to thank your drunkenness for exposing my ex." Ex, I smile at that word. He looks away before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Its, uh, no problem," I laugh, "people say I'm a hoot when I am drunk."

"It's Andy right?" he asks and I nod by head. "You know what else people say?"

"What?" I ask before taking a sip of my coffee.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts."

I sputter out my coffee before looking up to see an amused look on his face. "Oh lord," I sigh wiping my mouth with my jacket sleeve, "what did I say?"

Rye just lets out a belly laugh and ignores my question, "so you and Harper huh?"

"That's not a thing, far from actually," I roll my eyes before looking out at the students walking around. Classes must have just let out.

"Good."

The word comes out like a whisper, almost as if it was a thought rather then a statement. But Rye did say it and now I am kind of high key freaking out because what the fuck is that supposed to mean? "Pardon?" I ask.

"Oh nothing," Rye smiles, "I am just happy that you are not seeing anyone."

"Bold of you to assume."

"Am I wrong?"

"No," I chuckle.

"Ya know, I always wondered how many times I had to turn down your co-worker before she caught on the fact that I wasn't interested," he says before standing up. I stand up and follow him back towards the coffee shop.

"She is a persistent one," I mumble, "takes a lot for her to give up on a chase."

He hums before clicking his tongue, "what about you?"

"W-what about me?"

He turns to face me and starts walking backwards. "Why didn't you try?"

I stop, "try what?"

"You know, to hit on me?"

I speed up to catch up with him as he turns on his heel to continue forward. "I didn't think you would be interested," I answered truthfully.

"You know, I saw Brooklyn give you his number," Rye stated matter-of-factly.

"Rye I-"

"No, no," he interrupts with a small laugh. We stop right at the edge of the coffee shop and he turns to face me again. "It's okay Andy. I just, I knew Brook was cheating on me."

"Why did you stay with him?"

"Because," he leans his back against the wall, "I didn't think I could do better." I frown before looking into his eyes, of course he can do better. I go to tell him but then it hits me that I already told him that for. Drunk words are sober thoughts. "But then," he continues, "a certain blonde hair blue eyed beauty told me I deserve so much better than Brook and you know what? I believed him."

I blush tremendously. "He sounds like he knows what he is talking about."

"Yeah, brains and beauty," he smirks, "a total catch." I scoff and look to the side trying to hide my face behind my empty coffee cup knowing it's the shade of a tomato right now. "Someone I could possibly be interested in."

"Hey now," I frown, "are you making fun of me?"

Rye raises his hands in innocence, "I promise I'm not." He checks his phone before unlocking it, "here let me prove it to you, add your number." He hands over his phone with the 'new contact' screen up shown. Not snapchat or Instagram, he wants my actual number.

I take it, "you're not, fucking with me are you pretty boy?"

"Pretty boy," he ponders on it for a second, "I like it and no I'm not fucking with you." I smile before I begin typing in my number. "But I mean, if you want me to fuck you then all you have to do it ask."

"Jesus christ," I snort before pushing his phone back in his chest, "I think I like you better when you were just the quiet pretty boy sitting at his table drinking coffee."

"There is more than meets the eye Andy," he smirks before locking his phone back. "You should probably go back to work," he gestures towards the door, "I'll call you yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I bite my lip.

"Bye Andy."

"Bye."

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Two of my favorite author's posted randy one shots today and mine feels so inferior to theirs, but hey...at least it's content!

I hope you enjoyed a little Randy fluff.

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