WISHLISTS: Steamers (Sirius/Harry)
Author: LeontinaBowie
Recipient: digthewriter
Title: Steamers
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Request/Prompt Used: Muggle AU, Coffee shop fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Summary: Venturing to a new coffee shop brings Sirius face to face with a cute barista. So what else can Sirius do but flirt?
Notes: I don’t know why but Sirius was merging with Jack Sparrow as I wrote this. I hope you enjoy this little fic, Dig! ♥
Steamers wasn’t Sirius’s usual coffee shop, but his usual was shut after a burst pipe and Steamers was just around the corner. It was one of those hipster joints where strange teas prevailed over coffees and none of the furniture matched, but if it sold espresso then it would do.
“Can I help you?” a voice called, prompting Sirius to pause his Candy Crush game and look up from his iPhone.
Sirius was met by the sight of the greenest eyes he had ever seen, set in a cute face framed by wild black hair. Sirius instantly flashed the barista a dazzling smile.
“Morning, luv,” Sirius greeted, leaning an arm casually against the counter. He glanced down, reading the name-tag on the barista’s chest that read ‘Harry’. “Espresso to go, please; black, no sugar. And make it a double shot, will you, Harry?”
Sirius’s smile grew as Harry flushed slightly.
“Of course. That will be £4.00, please,” Harry said, holding his hand out as Sirius passed over a £10 note.
“Keep the change,” Sirius said, winking.
“T-thank you,” Harry stammered, face now even redder. “If you want to wait down the other end of the counter I’ll get your drink ready. What’s your name?”
Sirius told him.
“Oh, like the constellation?” Harry asked, eyes gleaming with intrigue.
“Family tradition, naming everyone after stars,” Sirius explained. “Living with a strange name isn’t nearly as fun as you’d think; now, a normal name like Harry? Much cuter.”
Harry’s face flushed again and he turned to make Sirius’s drink.
As Harry looked like he was in his early twenties, Sirius only felt a little bit like a perv as he enjoyed the sight of Harry’s arse while he worked. And what a great arse Harry had on him! Sirius was almost disappointed when Harry turned back round.
“Espresso for Sirius?” Harry called, placing a polystyrene cup onto the counter.
“Thanks, luv,” Sirius grinned, grabbing his drink and giving Harry a final wink before leaving.
As he started towards the door, he turned the cup around in his hand and saw his name scrawled across it and followed by a heart symbol, and underneath that was a phone number.
Sirius turned around again to see Harry leaning against the counter, grinning.
“Call me sometime,” Harry beamed. And then he winked.
Sirius had never been so impressed in his life.
He rang Harry that very night.
Recipient: digthewriter
Title: Steamers
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Request/Prompt Used: Muggle AU, Coffee shop fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Summary: Venturing to a new coffee shop brings Sirius face to face with a cute barista. So what else can Sirius do but flirt?
Notes: I don’t know why but Sirius was merging with Jack Sparrow as I wrote this. I hope you enjoy this little fic, Dig! ♥
Steamers wasn’t Sirius’s usual coffee shop, but his usual was shut after a burst pipe and Steamers was just around the corner. It was one of those hipster joints where strange teas prevailed over coffees and none of the furniture matched, but if it sold espresso then it would do.
“Can I help you?” a voice called, prompting Sirius to pause his Candy Crush game and look up from his iPhone.
Sirius was met by the sight of the greenest eyes he had ever seen, set in a cute face framed by wild black hair. Sirius instantly flashed the barista a dazzling smile.
“Morning, luv,” Sirius greeted, leaning an arm casually against the counter. He glanced down, reading the name-tag on the barista’s chest that read ‘Harry’. “Espresso to go, please; black, no sugar. And make it a double shot, will you, Harry?”
Sirius’s smile grew as Harry flushed slightly.
“Of course. That will be £4.00, please,” Harry said, holding his hand out as Sirius passed over a £10 note.
“Keep the change,” Sirius said, winking.
“T-thank you,” Harry stammered, face now even redder. “If you want to wait down the other end of the counter I’ll get your drink ready. What’s your name?”
Sirius told him.
“Oh, like the constellation?” Harry asked, eyes gleaming with intrigue.
“Family tradition, naming everyone after stars,” Sirius explained. “Living with a strange name isn’t nearly as fun as you’d think; now, a normal name like Harry? Much cuter.”
Harry’s face flushed again and he turned to make Sirius’s drink.
As Harry looked like he was in his early twenties, Sirius only felt a little bit like a perv as he enjoyed the sight of Harry’s arse while he worked. And what a great arse Harry had on him! Sirius was almost disappointed when Harry turned back round.
“Espresso for Sirius?” Harry called, placing a polystyrene cup onto the counter.
“Thanks, luv,” Sirius grinned, grabbing his drink and giving Harry a final wink before leaving.
As he started towards the door, he turned the cup around in his hand and saw his name scrawled across it and followed by a heart symbol, and underneath that was a phone number.
Sirius turned around again to see Harry leaning against the counter, grinning.
“Call me sometime,” Harry beamed. And then he winked.
Sirius had never been so impressed in his life.
He rang Harry that very night.