[Fic] Of Coffee and Annoyances
Characters: Tetsuya, Kenchi
Rating: G
A/N: This fic is a spin off of " Of Coffee and Crushes" written by aoi_nahani, and based off two related prompts from here. Don't worry, I have clearance from the original author to write this. Do, however, pardon my feeble attempts at general snarkiness.
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Like all people, Tetsuya had a few quirks.
He loved coffee beyond belief, which was why he had opened this café, in order to share his love for the beverage. Watching his customers enjoying his coffee, brewed with utmost care and precision, Tetsuya would feel a warmth spread through his chest.
His employees would occasionally tease him with a “Tenchou, you have that smile on your face again”, or a “Tenchou, you’re going to creep someone out one day”.
Although some frowned upon such comments, Tetsuya was not one of them. Such banter, he felt, brought life to the workplace.
However, there were other things that would inexplicably tick him off.
“Of course, I understand where you’re coming from- one large macchiato to go, thank you - yes, yes, of course. I will have the documents faxed over by lunchtime-“
Things like people talking loudly on their mobile when they were supposed to be clearly communicating what they wanted to the staff.
“May I have your name, please?” The barista resisted the urge to snatch the phone away from the customer with the bleached blonde hair.
“If you require-” the tall man mumbled something incoherent at Tetsuya before returning to his call “-any clarification whatsoever, I will be happy to meet up with you at your convenience to discuss the terms-”
Tetsuya had to remind himself that no, grinding your teeth in front of customers is not polite.
Instead, Tetsuya rang up his customer’s bill, motioning to him to wait at the take out counter.
“Blondie” it shall be then.
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The same man came back the next morning for another take out.
“No no no! How many times do I have to tell you - one large macchiato to go, name’s Tachibana, get it right - oh forget it. You know what-”
Tetsuya nodded (perhaps a little too curtly), and proceeded to tune out the rest of Tachibana’s blathering.
What did he say again? “Pachi”?
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The third time the blonde man stepped into the café, he was, unsurprisingly, still on the phone.
Inwardly cursing at Naoki for stealing Naoto away this particular morning, Tetsuya forced a smile onto his face.
“Will you be having the usual?”
“Yes, and the name is Ta-chi-ba-na. Get it right this time, won’t you?” The blonde shot Tetsuya a withering look as he placed his money on the little tray at the counter. Whilst snapping out instructions to whoever was on the other end of the call, Tachibana all but snatched the receipt that Tetsuya handed him and moved to the take out counter.
No one saw the barista’s lips press together into a thin line as he turned to the coffee machine, picking up a cup from its stack with one hand and uncapping a marker with the other.
Someone’s a “touchy banana” today.
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Tachibana (“Kenchi. Would that be easier for you to write down?”) was proving to be as entertaining as he was irritating.
Tetsuya indulged in a brief moment of satisfaction as he saw the man’s facial expression change upon reading what was written on his cup.
For, scrawled lazily in his hand, it proclaimed: “Canned Cheese”.
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“Alright, I’ve had just about enough. How is ‘One whose phone bill will match his rent’ even remotely close to my name?” Tachibana had finally snapped his mobile shut and was glaring at Tetsuya.
“I’m afraid I was unable to catch your name. It is rather difficult to differentiate who you’re speaking to, after all,” the shorter man dried another mug nonchalantly and set it onto the shelf.
“I’m not stupid. You caught my name. Who the hell do you think you are, misspelling it like that?!”
“Which are you referring to, I wonder? I only asked for your name to allow staff to know whose order it is, as well as for you to collect said order. I believe it has worked thus far.”
“Seriously? ‘Touchy banana’?!”
Tetsuya managed to fight back the grin that was threatening to spread across his face.
“You were in a right mood that morning. And besides, you’re blonde and lanky. You have to admit, you kinda look like the fruit.”
“If it weren’t for the damned good coffee I would be going somewhere else by now!”
“Why, thank you very much for the compliment.”
“Do I actually have to spell my name out for you?”
“No, but I believe I’ve made my requests very clear to you.”
“I am a busy man,” the blonde made a show of reading his name tag, “Tetsuya. Business doesn’t stop just because I’m ordering coffee at the local café.”
“Perhaps you could take a few minutes off from work to place your order with us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Look,” Tachibana indicated his buzzing phone, “every moment I spend in this pointless argument with you, I may be losing the opportunity to seal a deal with a client. You’re lucky that this is a relatively unimportant call and that I can ignore it for now.”
“It is hardly my business as to what my customers choose to do while they’re in my establishment.”
“Don’t change the subject at hand, you moron.”
“For your company’s sake I sure hope you’re not their head of PR.”
“This is the last time I’m going to repeat it. The name is ‘Tachibana Kenchi’. Write it down properly next time.”
“Ah, I see. Indeed, it is so much easier to catch your name when you’re not on your phone. I will note it down for your beverage purchase tomorrow. Have a nice day!” Tetsuya gave Tachibana a brilliant smile before attending to the next customer.
Now, what else can be done with that name?
Rating: G
A/N: This fic is a spin off of " Of Coffee and Crushes" written by aoi_nahani, and based off two related prompts from here. Don't worry, I have clearance from the original author to write this. Do, however, pardon my feeble attempts at general snarkiness.
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Like all people, Tetsuya had a few quirks.
He loved coffee beyond belief, which was why he had opened this café, in order to share his love for the beverage. Watching his customers enjoying his coffee, brewed with utmost care and precision, Tetsuya would feel a warmth spread through his chest.
His employees would occasionally tease him with a “Tenchou, you have that smile on your face again”, or a “Tenchou, you’re going to creep someone out one day”.
Although some frowned upon such comments, Tetsuya was not one of them. Such banter, he felt, brought life to the workplace.
However, there were other things that would inexplicably tick him off.
“Of course, I understand where you’re coming from- one large macchiato to go, thank you - yes, yes, of course. I will have the documents faxed over by lunchtime-“
Things like people talking loudly on their mobile when they were supposed to be clearly communicating what they wanted to the staff.
“May I have your name, please?” The barista resisted the urge to snatch the phone away from the customer with the bleached blonde hair.
“If you require-” the tall man mumbled something incoherent at Tetsuya before returning to his call “-any clarification whatsoever, I will be happy to meet up with you at your convenience to discuss the terms-”
Tetsuya had to remind himself that no, grinding your teeth in front of customers is not polite.
Instead, Tetsuya rang up his customer’s bill, motioning to him to wait at the take out counter.
“Blondie” it shall be then.
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The same man came back the next morning for another take out.
“No no no! How many times do I have to tell you - one large macchiato to go, name’s Tachibana, get it right - oh forget it. You know what-”
Tetsuya nodded (perhaps a little too curtly), and proceeded to tune out the rest of Tachibana’s blathering.
What did he say again? “Pachi”?
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The third time the blonde man stepped into the café, he was, unsurprisingly, still on the phone.
Inwardly cursing at Naoki for stealing Naoto away this particular morning, Tetsuya forced a smile onto his face.
“Will you be having the usual?”
“Yes, and the name is Ta-chi-ba-na. Get it right this time, won’t you?” The blonde shot Tetsuya a withering look as he placed his money on the little tray at the counter. Whilst snapping out instructions to whoever was on the other end of the call, Tachibana all but snatched the receipt that Tetsuya handed him and moved to the take out counter.
No one saw the barista’s lips press together into a thin line as he turned to the coffee machine, picking up a cup from its stack with one hand and uncapping a marker with the other.
Someone’s a “touchy banana” today.
=======================
Tachibana (“Kenchi. Would that be easier for you to write down?”) was proving to be as entertaining as he was irritating.
Tetsuya indulged in a brief moment of satisfaction as he saw the man’s facial expression change upon reading what was written on his cup.
For, scrawled lazily in his hand, it proclaimed: “Canned Cheese”.
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“Alright, I’ve had just about enough. How is ‘One whose phone bill will match his rent’ even remotely close to my name?” Tachibana had finally snapped his mobile shut and was glaring at Tetsuya.
“I’m afraid I was unable to catch your name. It is rather difficult to differentiate who you’re speaking to, after all,” the shorter man dried another mug nonchalantly and set it onto the shelf.
“I’m not stupid. You caught my name. Who the hell do you think you are, misspelling it like that?!”
“Which are you referring to, I wonder? I only asked for your name to allow staff to know whose order it is, as well as for you to collect said order. I believe it has worked thus far.”
“Seriously? ‘Touchy banana’?!”
Tetsuya managed to fight back the grin that was threatening to spread across his face.
“You were in a right mood that morning. And besides, you’re blonde and lanky. You have to admit, you kinda look like the fruit.”
“If it weren’t for the damned good coffee I would be going somewhere else by now!”
“Why, thank you very much for the compliment.”
“Do I actually have to spell my name out for you?”
“No, but I believe I’ve made my requests very clear to you.”
“I am a busy man,” the blonde made a show of reading his name tag, “Tetsuya. Business doesn’t stop just because I’m ordering coffee at the local café.”
“Perhaps you could take a few minutes off from work to place your order with us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Look,” Tachibana indicated his buzzing phone, “every moment I spend in this pointless argument with you, I may be losing the opportunity to seal a deal with a client. You’re lucky that this is a relatively unimportant call and that I can ignore it for now.”
“It is hardly my business as to what my customers choose to do while they’re in my establishment.”
“Don’t change the subject at hand, you moron.”
“For your company’s sake I sure hope you’re not their head of PR.”
“This is the last time I’m going to repeat it. The name is ‘Tachibana Kenchi’. Write it down properly next time.”
“Ah, I see. Indeed, it is so much easier to catch your name when you’re not on your phone. I will note it down for your beverage purchase tomorrow. Have a nice day!” Tetsuya gave Tachibana a brilliant smile before attending to the next customer.
Now, what else can be done with that name?