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I’m really sorry to hear that you’re not doing too good right now, I hope you’re feeling better now and that this helps cheer you up :)

[Ryan POV]

His day couldn’t get any worse. The lack of hot water for his morning shower coupled with his co-worker’s non-stop chatter about nonsensical nonsense was quick to put him in a foul mood. Of course, it was on his walk home that the universe decided to make his day even worse, what had been a pleasantly warm day with patches of blue littering the sky had turned into a torrential downpour not long after he’d left.

He quickly ducked into the nearest coffee shop hoping to wait out the weather, however, he was too pre-occupied with shaking off some of the water clinging to his hair and clothes that he didn’t notice the man sitting at the table right next to him.

“I didn’t know they let dogs in here” He heard a soft voice say and didn’t immediately recognise it was aimed at him till he turned to see a man looking towards him, warm smile on his face. It was then that he realised that he had just shaken cold water over this guy and a mortified look crossed his face.

“Shit I’m so sorry dude, I honestly didn’t see you there”

The man gave a small chuckle which sounded far too happy and warm for someone who just got cold water shaken on them by an inconsiderate asshole. “It’s fine honestly, I needed a shower anyway”

He let out his own chuckle at the man’s remark “Well just let me know if I missed a spot, I’ve gottons more water spare”

“I’ll pass thanks, you got me pretty good the first time” Despite the man’s cheerfulness he couldn’t help but feel guilt rise up in him again.

“Again, I’m really sorry about that. Let me buy you a coffee to make up for it?”

“I appreciate the offer but I’m good thanks”

From his spot just to the right of where the man was sitting he could see his near empty cup, knowing that his previous statement was a lie.

“I know you’re almost finished with that, c’mon it’s the least I can do. What are you afraid to tell me your order?” By the way the man turned bright red and avoided his gaze told him all he needed to know. “Let me guess, white chocolate mocha with an extra shot of chocolate and some whipped cream?” The mans face got an even darker shade of red if possible and he knew his guess wasn’t too far off. “Sweet drink for a sweet guy, although it’s far from the realm of coffee anymore”

The both of them chuckled a little which was cut short when he heard the door open behind him, quickly moving up towards the counter, and out the way of people entering, with a promise to return with his ‘coffee’.

It wasn’t long before he sat down with drinks for the both of them, the man taking his cheerfully and thanking him before taking a sip.

“You have no idea how Frappe this makes me, thank you” It took him a moment to process what had been said to him, the concept that this grown man had just thrown out a coffee pun meant he could do little else but laugh, seemingly pleasing the other man. “Glad someone likes my puns, I had that one brewing for a while”

He couldn’t help but groan at that one “No offence dude but you need to work on your pun game”

The other man chuckled before leaning in a little closer “Hey man it’s hard to grind those puns out, a latte hard work goes into those”

This time he physically facepalmed whilst the man simply doubled over laughing “I will literally pay you to stop making puns” which only seemed to make the man laugh harder to the point he had to wipe tears from his eyes.

Eventually the man had managed to compose himself enough to say, “It appears my pun making has reached its bitter end” He groaned again whilst the other man laughed, but was unable to stop the small smile that graced his lips as well before taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m Brock by the way”

“Ryan” He shook the warm hand that the man offered him, each of them offering a warm smile to the other before taking another sip of their respective drinks.

“So, what brings you in here soaking wet”

He let out an awkward chuckle before answering his question “You know the usual, It’s the universe’s shit on Ryan day”

“It’s good to see that despite the universe’s best attempts to ground you down, you’re still per-sip-vering.”

“Are you always like this?”

“99% of the time, yes. Also, I recommend a coat next time you leave the house and a decent pair of shoes, you know, like ones from this century”

“I’ll give you the coat, but there’s nothing wrong with my shoes. They’re comfortable and multipurpose which is more than can be said for your…trainers” He looked down at his smart workshoes to confirm his statement, sure they were a little worn and his sock may have gotten a little wet from a hole he didn’t know was there, but there was no way for Brock to know that. “I’m guessing you’re here waiting out the rain because your shoes aren’t durable in this weather, or you were just waiting for a handsome stranger to get you nice and wet”

They both started to laugh loudly, drawing eyes from several other customers until they could finally contain their laughter, both still letting out the odd giggle here and there.

He barely heard Brock mutter out the words ‘fuck me’ after his laughing fit, which he quickly responded with “maybe later if you take back what you said about my shoes” that got another little chuckle from Brock who’s face was now bright red, whether from laughter or his statement he wasn’t sure.

“I meant every word” Before he could form a rebuttal Brock shot him what could only be described as a sly grin before taking another sip of his coffee.

They spent much of the afternoon in the same way, teasing each other relentlessly in an effort to get the other to laugh, not even realising how the time around them flew by until they were asked to leave due to the shop closing.

He was braced to be met with cold rain when he walked outside, only despite hearing it fall heavily around him he still remained relatively dry, turning to see Brock standing next to him, umbrella in hand to cover the both of them.

“Seems like your luck's changed” He smiled at Brocks words, putting an arm around the man’s waist in an effort to keep them close and covered by the umbrella

“I should keep you close then now that you’re my lucky charm” Brock offered him a smile in response, in the dim light he could see a faint tinge of pink colouring his cheeks.