Flowers & Coffee: Phan AU, Chapter One
Phil Lester was a sucker for aesthetic, and he tried very hard having that “aesthetic” life style.
Phil was also a sucker for a good coffee, when you get those two things mixed up, he immediately thought of a small, hidden coffee shop, where the quite indie music never stops playing, the smell of freshly made coffee is never ending and the big windows with tables and comfy chairs next to it are so clean it seems there is no glass there.
There was no wonder when the manchestery boy was looking for a little studio apartment in the quietest and prettiest part of London, where the flat buildings were a beautiful creation of a 1900 architect.
Phil walked out excitingly out of the brown-ish building that was skillfully created with all its stunning curves and fittings. He thought he found it, just the right place.
The house was located on the right side of the street, with those kind of houses following through out the whole lane, and Jacaranda trees planted on each side.
And the flat it self was just perfect for him, Phil was an English major starting his second year which was very surprising for the Lester family-which was very know by its popular DIY chain stores business. And when Phil was asked what he was going to study and the ebony haired boy answered English Literature it was followed with a confused look and a stream of questions.
But at a very young age he knew that he wanted to be a writer, he wanted to write about love and adventures and let his imagination write it self.
He loved the smell of books and ink on paper, and he just adored the endless breath taking stories.
When Phil Lester saw the little hidden coffee shop, behind the blooming Jacaranda trees he has made himself a mental note to buy the place no matter what.
When the young lad entered the cafe his nose was filling up with the smell of freshly made coffee and the quite music was taking over his ears, it filled him with determination
He approached towards the coffee bar, making the wooden floor squeak with every step of his.
Phil had a glance at the barista who was a young man with slightly curling brown hair, he was clearly unoccupied from his work. Of course no wonder as all the costumers were already sitting at the tables with their drinks by their hand and chatting with their date, reading a book or maybe just drawing into their journals.
“Hello may I please get a large cup of…I Hate Mondays?” Phil said slightly chuckling at the hilarious name the Latte coffee got, the barista, Dan as his name tag said, jumped surprised and his cheeks turned red as he realized that he was caught off guard giggling and looking at his phone scrolling through the never ending memes and shitposts Tumblr had to offer.
Phil would not lie if you asked him, he found it kind of adorable in some way, the way how he innocently laughed at whatever was he was looking at (little did he know that Dan was looking at some pepe and doge memes, laughing at bad puns), his smiled was wide enough to show off his cute little dimples and his eyes were such a beautiful caramel coffee color, they radiated warmth and calmness, yet Phil could bet his ass off that he could have saw a sparkle whenever Dan is passionate about anything, he was ready to see this boy every Monday morning prepare coffee.
“y-yeah of course, do you want it here or out?” the barista asked still embarrassed from the moment before that “here please” Phil answered politely, ignoring that very awkward yet charmingly cute moment.
“would you want something else to that?” Dan asked “Um could you add almond milk instead of the regular one?” the ebony haired boy asked, he didn’t hate the taste of a regular lacto free milk but at the same time he just… disliked the taste of it, he didn’t know what it was about it but the almond milk was just so good “i’m sorry we only have normal 1,5% milk, 3% milk or the regular lacto free one” Dan said already starting to prepare the cup “i’m okay with the lacto free one” Phil said, walking a little further to the side of the bar.
“So what’s up with the names? I Hate Mondays? It’s My Finals Week? These are pretty creative” He asked eyes hovering over to the blackboards with the drinks names and rather interesting offers the cafe has, but at the end he looked over at the pretty looking barista and how quickly his hands moved as he made the I Hate Mondays drink “Oh well this is a neighborhood with mostly students and its a funny and creative way with making their morning a little bit funnier ya know?” Said the pretty boy, waiting for the lacto free milk to steam “Yeah I know how these kinds of Monday mornings feel, and I definitely agree with making their morning funnier, I am a student my self actually” Phil said proud of the fact the he is an English major “oh really? I’m a student as well, what are you studying?” Dan said looking up at Phil surprised, distracted for a second from making the coffee “Uh… English Literature?” he said not sure what the boy’s reaction will be “Oh so you’re an aspiring author? I’m studying Art I find it fascinating! I’m starting my second year this semester… I’m sorry I probably talk too much” the barista apologized, already placing the cup on the little plate and a tea spoon to the side of it.
“no no no! It’s absolutely fine I’m quite interested in what you’re saying, I’m new to the neighborhood, I just moved here and I’m already in-love with the place” the blue eyed boy was getting his wallet out “welcome then, I hope I see you around more” Dan said smiling, his dimples showing, he added the total price and Phil gave the money and went to sit in the corner next to the big glass window.
With the coffee in his hands he sat down in the brown armchair, he couldn’t take this boy out of his mind, and this is just a perfect start for his new life here.
‘I think I’m gonna like Mondays and mornings a little better now’ he thought to himself as he sipped away his coffee watching the flowers from the Jacaranda trees fall to the ground.
‘just a little’