#freshcoffee

There’s something comforting about a simple cup of coffee done right

Flathead Valley by Nine AM Roast has that smooth, rich feel that makes slow mornings and quiet breaks even better. From the warm aroma to the cozy flavor, this is the kind of coffee you keep coming back to.

Mocha glances over at Fresh & frowns harder, fiddling with the pen in his hands some more as he speaks again. "Do... Do you love me?" Before Fresh can even respond, Mocha is stammering out a continuation. "I-I mean I know you don't really feel & all that, but like... I just... Urrgh!"

With a frustrated sigh, Mocha slumps over their desk & hides his face in his arms, tapping the pen in his hand against the desk. Fresh stands & walks over to Mocha, putting a hand on their shoulder & causing them to look up at him. "How'z about we take take some deep breaths & then try ta untangle those thoughts, kay?"

Mocha takes a moment to sit up straighter, being careful to not move Fresh's hand from his shoulder with his movements, & inhales deeply, holding it for just a moment before exhaling slowly. They repeat it a few more times before sighing again & looking back up at Fresh. "Thanks, I needed that."

Mocha turns his chair so he can see Fresh properly, craning his neck to see the other's face as he continues speaking. "It's just... Why do you keep coming back to me? Surely there are better places to stay, & it's not like I benefit you in any way."

Mocha looks down at their hands, pen still being held in their grip as he tries to figure out what he's trying to say. "So why me? What makes me so special that you keep coming back?"

Mocha chances a glance up at Fresh's face, stomach dropping at the sight of the other's blank glasses. What did that mean? Did his words trigger something in Fresh, making him realize that he should leave Mocha? What if-

Mocha's growing panic is cut off as Fresh crouches down in front of him so they're at a more even height, a broad grin on his face as his glasses read 'WHAT???'. Mocha tenses up as Fresh puts his hands on his shoulders, beginning to speak in a confused tone. "Broski, this's what's been eatin' at ya? Why didn't ya say somethin' sooner?"

Mocha squeaks as they're picked up & held to Fresh's chest in a tight hug, hesitantly hugging back. "Sure, I don't feel all those feelings & stuff like you do, but that doesn't mean I don't like being around ya!"

Mocha is let go back onto the ground, now standing up as Fresh looks down at them with their hands held in his. "You don't mind the way I act & it's nice ta have a place where I can just chill & relax, not worrying about all that unrad stuff, ya dig?"

Mocha thinks about it, trying to wrap his head around what Fresh was saying. It didn't really make sense to him, but he nodded anyway with a small smile. Fresh seemed to not be fooled & pulled Mocha into another hug, chuckling softly as his own smile darkened a little. "Don't worry broski, I won't be leaving ya anytime soon! You're stuck with me!"

Og meme and silly gay flag overlay under the cut :D