Your barista is hella gay

It was written after it won a fake fic summary competition in [1] The main pairing is Robbie Lombardi/Elliott Matthews. Desperately single.' Ted chuckled. In fact, the only thing preventing me from quitting is that this is the last place that would take someone with so little experience and hasn't already fired me for being rude to customers.

It makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. For your drink today I recommend: You give me your number. What the literal fuck! 2. He crosses his arms and smirks. Go write your name on the barista board. TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS: 1. Why the fuck do you have to find that so endearing?

Desperately single. I'm serving them fucking coffee, not creme brulee or whatever the fuck fancy things rich people eat. New York, right?. Hella fucking gay 2. Beside the inscription is a drawing of you. Does it usually take this long for someone to write a name?

It actually isn't half bad, as far as chalk drawings go. 2. At least this finally explains that one old christian lady giving me weird looks, not to mention the brochure she slipped under my tip jar. Hella fucking gay.

For your drink today I recommend: you give me your number.” Thanks to a stupid joke by his. How may I serve you today? Desperately single. Desperately single. He comes back in, and as if by coolkid magic, the sign flips from "Closed" to "Open.

Karkat lets Dave write something on the barista board for the coffee shop they both work at.

Your Barista Is Hella

He steps outside and you watch as he erases what was on the board before his name, and the statement that he recommends the daily special for the customers' drinks today and writes something else. Pretty sweet, right?". You glare at him suspiciously. It wasn't rare for the signs outside coffee shops to be comedic, but never had he seen them used to pick up potential dates.

Stupid Dave and his persistent heterosexual tendencies. Hella fucking gay. "Yup. Hella fucking gay 2. He slides his way behind the counter and sits with a slouch on the stool against the back wall. The original summary was: “Today your barista is: 1. Of course, leave it to him to take any chance he can get to kiss up to your "hot MILF of a boss.

Because I find it impossible to be even mildly amused by it! 'Today your barista is: 1.

Your Barista Is Hella

Hella gay. Or, the one coffee shop au where Usopp pulls a prank, Sanji is unexpectedly (read: completely unexpected to him and only him) popular among the male population of their campus, and Zoro just wants to grab a coffee. Whatever, he's probably putting it in "ironic" bubble letters or something shitty like that.

It starts to drive you really crazy when you can see the people outside laughing at the sign and taking pictures of it before walking in. You nod. Please consider turning it on! A steady stream of people keeps you trapped behind the counter after that.

The Barista AU is a tumblr ficlet within the You Could Make a Life universe. The sign, standing unassuming outside the Grand Line Coffee Shop in a handwriting Sanji recognizes as Usopp's, says, TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS: 1. FOR YOUR DRINK TODAY I’D RECOMMEND: You give me your number.

The girl walks up to the counter, inspecting you closely. Can I see? Will the world spontaneously combust if I don't? And here you thought Strider's art skill was limited to his shitty "ironic" comics. He lives to regret it.