exception."
"I
get that, I suppose," Annie says. "I mean, apple pie is fine, but
every once in a while, you come across a nice chocolate cake, and you just want
to make every bite last."
She
says it dreamily, and Dominic frowns at her. She's gazing at Killian, and he
lets out a small sigh.
"Don't
you dare cockblock me," he says, and Annie turns
to him, looking positively outraged.
"I
would never!" she says. "He's all yours, and you're the one he's
into, anyway. Dibs, remember? Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a hot piece of
ass."
Dominic
makes a face of agreement.
"His
ass is pretty hot," he says. "Firm, too."
Annie
punches him in the arm.
"Yeah,
I'll bet," she mutters. "You'd better get on it, for both our
sakes."
As
they head away from campus, Dominic doesn't really need to tell anyone where or
what Bobcat is. Despite never having been there before, Jemma seems to know its
location, and Annie recognizes it when they arrive.
"Oh,
I love this place," she says. "They've got the best chai lattes."
Dominic
doesn't doubt it, although he usually goes for coffee, himself.
Inside,
the ceiling is low and the lighting dim, nicely contrasting the brilliant sun
outside, and cluttered together with tables and chairs are couches that appear
to have been found in flea markets. The wooden floor is dark and partly covered
with mismatched rugs, a counter at the far end of the room blending in nicely
with the walnut-colored bookcases and walls, and the low volume of the music
filling the room just adds to the mellow, relaxed atmosphere. The place is
near-packed, people already occupying most seats, but Dominic and his friend
are heading for the patio out back, wanting to savor the warm, pleasant weather
outside.
Dominic
scans the room on the way, for the familiar face he knows should be here, and
he quickly spots him, a waiter taking orders over by one of the many tables.
When he meets Dominic's eye, his face lights up with a smile of recognition,
Dominic gives him a small wave. He gestures out at the patio, and the waiter
nods, while Dominic and his friends head outside.
There
aren't as many people out here, and they pick a long table and sit down, the
furniture bearing much the same, worn impression as the couches within the
coffee shop. It's only a matter of moments before the waiter makes his way
outside to greet the group.
"Hi,"
he says, catching Dominic's eye and giving him a friendly, pleasantly surprised
nod, before turning back to the others. He pulls a pen and a small notepad out
of the pocket of his black waist apron. "Welcome."
The
waiter is as tall as Dominic, tan and freckly, a little gangly-looking, and
with sandy brown hair that Dominic knows he has made a bit of an effort to tame
in deference of his work shift, as well as some light stubble covering his chin.
The uniform is rather laid-back, only consisting of the apron really, with the
coffee shop's name and logo plastered over its front. The rest of the guy's
attire is just jeans and a t-shirt, but it's still a bit more put-together than
Dominic is used to seeing from him.
"Guys,"
Dominic says, gesturing at their waiter and catching the attention of the
group. "This is Isaac. Childhood friend and hetero life mate."
Isaac
gives him a tired look, shaking his head, while the group murmurs small greetings
and gives him equally small waves. There's a look of fond annoyance in Isaac's
hazel eyes that tells Dominic he would be flipping him off if he weren’t
currently working.
"And
that's exactly the kind of introduction I need," he says dryly, pointing
at Dominic with his pen, before he turns back to the rest of the table.
"Now, what can I get you guys?"
Everyone
places their order, and Isaac wanders off after writing them all down, leaving
Dominic's friends to give their first impressions.
"He's
cute," Jemma says, while Annie makes an indifferent noise.
"Not
really my type," she says. "Too… clean ."
Dominic
stifles a laugh; she should see him on his days
"I
get that, I suppose," Annie says. "I mean, apple pie is fine, but
every once in a while, you come across a nice chocolate cake, and you just want
to make every bite last."
She
says it dreamily, and Dominic frowns at her. She's gazing at Killian, and he
lets out a small sigh.
"Don't
you dare cockblock me," he says, and Annie turns
to him, looking positively outraged.
"I
would never!" she says. "He's all yours, and you're the one he's
into, anyway. Dibs, remember? Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a hot piece of
ass."
Dominic
makes a face of agreement.
"His
ass is pretty hot," he says. "Firm, too."
Annie
punches him in the arm.
"Yeah,
I'll bet," she mutters. "You'd better get on it, for both our
sakes."
As
they head away from campus, Dominic doesn't really need to tell anyone where or
what Bobcat is. Despite never having been there before, Jemma seems to know its
location, and Annie recognizes it when they arrive.
"Oh,
I love this place," she says. "They've got the best chai lattes."
Dominic
doesn't doubt it, although he usually goes for coffee, himself.
Inside,
the ceiling is low and the lighting dim, nicely contrasting the brilliant sun
outside, and cluttered together with tables and chairs are couches that appear
to have been found in flea markets. The wooden floor is dark and partly covered
with mismatched rugs, a counter at the far end of the room blending in nicely
with the walnut-colored bookcases and walls, and the low volume of the music
filling the room just adds to the mellow, relaxed atmosphere. The place is
near-packed, people already occupying most seats, but Dominic and his friend
are heading for the patio out back, wanting to savor the warm, pleasant weather
outside.
Dominic
scans the room on the way, for the familiar face he knows should be here, and
he quickly spots him, a waiter taking orders over by one of the many tables.
When he meets Dominic's eye, his face lights up with a smile of recognition,
Dominic gives him a small wave. He gestures out at the patio, and the waiter
nods, while Dominic and his friends head outside.
There
aren't as many people out here, and they pick a long table and sit down, the
furniture bearing much the same, worn impression as the couches within the
coffee shop. It's only a matter of moments before the waiter makes his way
outside to greet the group.
"Hi,"
he says, catching Dominic's eye and giving him a friendly, pleasantly surprised
nod, before turning back to the others. He pulls a pen and a small notepad out
of the pocket of his black waist apron. "Welcome."
The
waiter is as tall as Dominic, tan and freckly, a little gangly-looking, and
with sandy brown hair that Dominic knows he has made a bit of an effort to tame
in deference of his work shift, as well as some light stubble covering his chin.
The uniform is rather laid-back, only consisting of the apron really, with the
coffee shop's name and logo plastered over its front. The rest of the guy's
attire is just jeans and a t-shirt, but it's still a bit more put-together than
Dominic is used to seeing from him.
"Guys,"
Dominic says, gesturing at their waiter and catching the attention of the
group. "This is Isaac. Childhood friend and hetero life mate."
Isaac
gives him a tired look, shaking his head, while the group murmurs small greetings
and gives him equally small waves. There's a look of fond annoyance in Isaac's
hazel eyes that tells Dominic he would be flipping him off if he weren’t
currently working.
"And
that's exactly the kind of introduction I need," he says dryly, pointing
at Dominic with his pen, before he turns back to the rest of the table.
"Now, what can I get you guys?"
Everyone
places their order, and Isaac wanders off after writing them all down, leaving
Dominic's friends to give their first impressions.
"He's
cute," Jemma says, while Annie makes an indifferent noise.
"Not
really my type," she says. "Too… clean ."
Dominic
stifles a laugh; she should see him on his days
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