#bijoo

“Bijoo, no.”

“Bijoo, yes!”

“No! We can’t just fucking waltz in there! H-He’ll notice!”

Bijoo looked at me carefully before sighing and putting her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down to look into my eyes before saying, “Dude, he works there, this cafe is down the street from a damn junior high, I honestly don’t think he’d really care.”

Well, I mean, that hurt but also helped? I sighed and rolled my eyes, face heating up steadily as she continued to push me forward.

“Bozzo, I swear to God, they have the best damn sandwiches in the world, I skipped lunch for this and I am definitely going to have it.”

I whined and fussed as she dragged me by my backpack all the way down the street to the cafe. Her superhuman strength is a plus - but only sometimes. This is not one of those times.

She sighed heavily and straightened me out. She fluffed my hair, fixed my ties and straightened my blazer.

I raised a brow and waited patiently as she finished priming me up. “And… what the hell are you doing?”

She scoffed and held my wrist before dragging me inside the quiet, homey cafe. “Just because I dragged you in here, doesn’t mean I won’t help your thirsty ass. You gotta look at least decent.”

I gasped so quickly I almost choked on my spit. I blushed intensely before looking up at her and hitting her shoulder. She snickered and led us to our usual booth.

“You bitch…”

“And you’re a thirsty one, I think that makes you worse,” she whispered as she smiled and waved over at Kaskar.

Our usual waiter.

… And maybe my crush?

But like. He’s. He’s tall, he’s lean, he’s got this caramel coloured skin and it’s. He'sperfection. And he has a cute little accent that he can never hide when he talks with the other waiters here and.

Oh god, I can feel my face heating up. Stop you fucking idiot.

“Hey guys! The usual?”

Bijoo nodded, kicking my shin hard under the table. I winced before finally looking up, trying to hide my blush. “N-ah, can I have a medium mango smoothie with my sandwich this time” Oh my fucking god my voice cracked. Please, all mighty lord, Satan, Krishna, Zeus, whoever might listen, please tell me he didn’t hear that. 

Kaskar chuckled, scribbling down the change. “I’ll be right back you guys.” 

“See ya later cutie!” Bijoo called after him. 

I blushed to the tips of my ears when I heard his hearty laughter. Dammit, stop sounding perfect. 

I glared at the table before Bijoo poked me in the forehead. I quickly directed my glare at her. “What?” 

“Stop pouting, turn into the badass Bozzo I know. When he gets back here, I’ll be the best wing man ever,” she said with the utmost confidence, an evil glimmer in her eyes. 

I rolled my eyes. “One, I’m not pouting. Two, you seriously think that highly of me babyboo?” I grinned when she ‘retched’ onto the floor. “Three, no, no wing man, I don’t even know if he’s gay you idiot.” 

Bijoo leaned over the table and whispered, “He’s at least bi, since I saw him making out with a dude at a house party a couple months ago.” 

I just gawked. no way could the cute, pure, innocent cinnamon roll Kaskar go to a house party Bijoo would go too. That would mean some pretty hardcore stuff… “Wait months ago?! Why the hell are you telling me this right now?” 

“You would have made a move if you’d known? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

I glared while she grinned. She was right but even so. “That’s still important information…” 

Bijoo rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’m sorry, don’t get your panties in a twist.” 

“You’re wearing panties Bozzo? Kinky.” And with that, he set down out drinks before looking between the two of us. “Can I sit or should I drag a chair over?” 

I blushed. Talk about coming in at the wrong moment… Maybe he’s not as pure a cinnamon roll as I thought he was. 

“Bozzo, scoot over, let the man sit down.” 

I startled a little bit, looking up at the smiling god, his face halo-ed by the dimmed down lights. Fuck, he certainly looked the part of a cinnamon roll… or an angel. Yeah, an angel. 

I scooted over, trying desperately to cut off that train of thought. Stop thinking about the hottie sitting next to you, in uniform, arms looking buff in that tight fitted shirt - jesus fucking christ, did he always smell this good? He smelled like cologne and then a little bit like coffee. 

Bijoo coughed, and I finally noticed I was leaning closer to him. I quickly grabbed my large drink (did I not say medium?) and gulped down a good portion of the deliciousness. God, could I be even more obvious? 

“So, Kaskar, how’s it been going man?” 

“Things have been going okay, tired from school and work. You and Bozzo have made the shifts easier though.” He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Hey, if you don’t mind bratty kids in the cafe, we’re cool,” I said as evenly as I could. 

“You two are surprisingly not as loud as some of our other customers. No need to worry about it,” he said, patting my arm. Ah physical contact, please, more, thank you. 

“What?” Kaskar asked, an amused smile on his face as he glanced at Bijoo. “Did… You heard that too right? That wasn’t just me fantasizing about it?” 

“No, I distinctly heard, ‘Ah physical contact, please, more, thank you’.” Bijoo had the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen, and I couldn’t help but kick her under the table. 

“Hold on you two, lemme go check if your order’s ready. Don’t say anything too entertaining while I’m gone.” He winked at me and patted my arm again. I just stared as he walked off - damn dat ass tho - with Bijoo laughing at my pain. 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

“No, this is going perfectly. He’s flirting back! Go for it. I swear, if he hurts you, I’ll hurt him back three thousand times as much, nothing to lose.” She grinned and took a sip of her own mug of peppermint hot chocolate. 

I bit my lip. “…Seriously?” 

“Bozzo, if you do not leave this restaurant today with his number, I swear to god I will take it for you before screaming to everyone you like like Kaskar the barista.” 

I paled. “You wouldn’t.” 

“We both know I would.” She had that evil glimmer again. Ah fuck. She looked over before placing her mug down and grinning. 

I looked over to see Kaskar coming back, three sandwiches and another drink on his tray. No way… 

He set our orders in front of us, placing the third next to Bijoo, closer to the wall. I was so glad he was eating with us but, did I freak him out so much that he didn’t want to sit next to me anymore? I grabbed half of my sandwich and took a bite to distract myself. Whatever. I still had to get his number anyways otherwise a classic case of Bijoo would happen. And I certainly didn’t want that. 

Bijoo got up and Kaskar scooted into the booth, his cute apron off and sitting in his wonderfully form fitted shirt. 

Ah lord almighty, at least I could stare at him without looking totally creepy I suppose.

I took another sip of my smoothie before grabbing my sandwich... 

Which I almost choked on because of the foot now on my calf. I looked at Bijoo and made a ‘wtf’ face and she made one back. The foot was going higher, and I chanced a glance at Kaskar and he. He was smirking at me while chewing his sandwich. 

Fucking christ, he’s a fallen angel for sure, nothing pure would be able to put so much sin in one expression. 

I carefully started playing back, using my other foot to carefully rest on his. This action was quite awkward considering I was the shortest out of the three of us and I had to slouch juuust the tiniest bit to reach his foot. I looked fucking stupid, but Kaskar got this stupidly cute smile on his face and fuck fuck fuck he is adorable. 

Bijoo was talking enough for the three of us, me and Kaskar staying mostly silent, but I think she noticed something was happening (like she always does) and she just kept talking for less awkward silences. 

By the end of our lunch, and not a single crumb in sight, my legs were tangled with Kaskar’s and we were just playing footsie. 

I didn’t giggle I just. Smiled and laughed softly. Yeah. 

“Bozzo, we do have to get home soon, finals and stuff to study for.” 

Ah but it was just getting fun... I sighed and nodded, giving Kaskar a smile. “Yeah, we should probably go...” 

Kaskar nodded, and slowly edged out of the booth (no, legs, come back). “Alright, let me just grab your check and I’ll be right back.” 

As soon as he turned around, I whispered, “I played footsie with him almost the entire time and I kinda feel like passing out and asking him for his number.” 

Bijoo shrieked and fanned her face, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. “My babies, they just grow up so fast!” 

Kaskar plopped the check on the table and I couldn’t help but stare at his arms, his lovely, lovely arms. Bijoo kicked me under the table and I squeaked, glared at her before stiffly looking over at Kaskar. 

“Willyougooutwithmemaybe?!” I managed to squeeze out.

Bijoo looked like she was gonna pass out from laughing behind the check and I couldn’t even manage to look at Kaskar, my head down and staring at the very interesting lines embedded in the wooden table - it was so smooth, the manufacturers must have put a lot of time into this - 

“Sure.” 

...

Sure? 

I looked up so quickly I thought I would get whiplash. “What?” 

Kaskar ruffled his hair, blushing himself before looking into my eyes. “I said yes Bozzo, so just hush and give me your hand.” 

I dumbly moved my hand and held it out, watching as he grabbed his pen and held my hand steady, jotting down something - Oh my God that’s his phone number. 

“Call me whenever and we’ll set a date, just not during work if that’s okay with you. I get off most days by 6, so just text or call me after.” 

“A-Alright...” I stared at my hand still in his. 

Then I stood up and kissed his cheek. 

Out of no where. 

Smooth Bozzo, fucking smooth. 

My face was burning and I stumbled before I sat back down. “Uh, well, I’ll see you later Kaskar.” 

He chuckled and took the check from Bijoo (reminder: pay her back) and started to walk away. Before he turned around and bent down to kiss my cheek. 

As soon as he was out of earshot I said, “I’m never washing this cheek or my hand ever again.” 

“Sex with him is gonna be interesting then. You better wash yourself afterwards, I’m not hanging out with you if you smell like sweat and cum,” she said in the most nonchalant tone ever.