“Do you know where the horror section is?”

“You‘re standing right in front of it.”

“Well then do you know any good recommendations?”

You know that familiar sinking feeling humans rationalize themselves with whenever they have had previous suspicion to believe it’s going to be a shitty as fuck day due to the stupidity of some people who found it necessary to breed, it felt like one of those days? He gave her a chance before he assumed she was going to further make herself look like an idiot after the first question because he wasn’t getting paid minimum wage for nothing. “You could try The Shining by Stephen King, most horror fans like his books and they‘re worth the read.”

“You mean the movie they based the book on? I didn‘t like it because it was scary.”

If man slaughter hadn’t been an automatic sentence to life he probably would have killed her with Stephen King’s hard bound book in the name of all horror fans alike because not only had there severely been two things wrong with what she said but she was wasting his time about a genre she hadn’t even liked. So rather than having asked her why the fuck she was in the horror section to begin with he ‘politely’ told her to get her ass to the romance novels and read up on some fifty something year old who had fallen from cheesy romance book covers to sell the mass consumer butter?

Most of the customers had avoided asking him for help after that episode so he had simply dealt with restocking books or putting everything in alphabetical order through out the day; he was seriously rethinking his career track as working as a book store attendant. It wasn’t that bad once he had put aside the stupid customers or premier dates for children’s books and it was a steady paced job that hadn’t been as strict as any other full time business. He had gotten away with having tattoos and his piercing so he couldn’t complain as to where if he worked at a café or grocery store like most of his friends he would have been bitched at for his appearance. God forbid any corporate head bought their latte from some snot nosed degenerate when they could get it from a fake as hell slut who was probably fucking the cashier boy during closing time. He didn’t trust to get anything that could have passed for whipped cream at a Starbucks.

“Do you know where I could find the history section?”

“Yeah it should be straight past the romance novels and towards the back near culture.” From the lack of response he assumed the other male had gone off towards that designated area so he resumed rummaging through misplaced titles on the floor until there had been a nearly soft tap on his shoulder.

“Fuck don‘t do that! I thought you went to go look?”

“I‘ve never been here before so I assumed you were going to lead me over towards that section, you know in case I needed help with a specific book?”

Kyo snorted before crawling up from the floor and treading nearly halfway across the book store towards the history section where he had waited around for a few minutes, occasionally giving his own thoughts on particular titles before ringing the guy up. He should have noticed it when he was looking at the name printed in neat bold font on the man’s Visa card or his signature but it hadn’t been till about five minutes after Kyo retreated back towards stocking shelves that it dawned on him. It was the same fucking guy who he idolized, maybe even sexually fantasized about, when he had barely gotten into Jr. High and his brother’s friend took him to one of their concerts at some nearby club hall. It was probably hasty on his behalf for having screamed he was going on lunch break when it was nearly four in the afternoon to one of his coworkers but he needed to vent. Tell someone/anyone that after about a few years he had finally caught wind of the guy he had the hugest crush on and was the reason for his questionable sexuality; way before it was even cool to be bisexual or gay. He was legit.

“So you‘re telling me you finally found that guy you told me was the reason for wet dreams and making your pants want to explode?”

“Shinya! We‘re in a fucking conservative coffee house you can‘t say it so loud….and did you make this with whip cream on purpose because I swear to everything you hold near and dear I’m going to kill you?” He hadn’t known why he was even wasting his time bothering Shinya but it had been easier to have done so when he was working his temporary job at the coffee house rather than his station as a beautician at the hair salon.

“Did you forget Starbucks employees tend to be gay, they‘re the Olive Garden of coffee houses and besides I made it so you have no worries about angry ex-employees whacking off in your coffee. So what was his name again?”

“Kiyoharu, I didn‘t recognize him until I saw the name on the credit card because honesty he doesn‘t even look the same and his hair is like this really cool chocolate brown that wisps out in jagged layers. He wears glasses too and business suits…but not the stuffy kind you find on really gross business men who like to hit on fourteen year olds. Like vintage business suits with trendy accessories and---“

“I don’t need the 411 on his fashion sense but God with how you‘re talking about him you already sound like such a love struck school boy, it‘s cute.”

“I‘m a man Shinya and men aren‘t cute because we refuse to wear deodorant and light our farts on fire.”

Shinya scrunched his nose as he kept staring at his latte for a few moments before being given one of those looks that said drink it otherwise it he’d have to deal with a rather bitchy brunette. He assumed from the quiet atmosphere that Shinya had finished talking to him but after getting about halfway through his coffee he finally found the taller male speaking to him seriously.

“I think you should really consider trying to get to know him because for all that time you wasted it‘s been given back to you now, consider it a blessing, besides from what you‘ve told me I think he‘ll be going back. Don‘t overlook this opportunity because you never know he might begin to like our little socially awkward Kyo-chan?”

He hadn’t said another word after that because the look he was giving Shinya was enough for the little added affect of cuteness but when he finally had gotten through with his break and having to restock more books that day he was seriously considering it. It wasn’t a surprise he hadn’t gone to sleep and was nearly subdued to a zombie like state at work but for the life of him he couldn’t believe that Kiyoharu had come back that very next day. Especially when it had to be at that very moment when he totally overlooked the fact he had gone to work with the hugest stain on the front of his pants.

It was going to be a lovely day for fatal attempts at romancing.