Bitter

Race is a barista and a genius, Albert is horrible at physics and social interactions. “Fuck off,” the redhead said, shooting Race a look that would have made him nervous had he not known backup was one shout away in the stock room. Shoving the last of his notes in his bag and standing up the guy shouldered past Race, “No one asked you.” And with that it was just Jack, obliviously making next week’s schedule, Race who felt like he had been gut punched, and Kenny, who was dozing off in one of the armchairs.Happy finals week, one and all.Or I was prompted to write a coffee shop Ralbert and now it's a multi part monolith of boys falling in love.