#more fighting

“Excuse me,” a customer called him. “Kitty?” 

“My apron is in the wash so I’m wearing a former employee’s,” Mork said through gritted teeth. And girlfriend the inner voice told him. Shut up. “You can call me Mork. What can I get for you?” The customer raised curious eyebrows and gave the menu a glance. 

“Just a skinny vanilla latte, please, thank you.”  Mork smiled and went to making her order. This time Sun’s laugh reached his ears. What are they laughing about? It felt bizarre to watch Sun interact with her like it was a coffee date. Excuse you, Kitty, but we had a two day coffee date to find these coffee beans. Mork composed himself. Mork! What are you thinking? Calm down. You never go out looking for fights to blow off steam. Just calm down. Also you made a promise. 

The customer thanked him for the order and took a table with her friends. Sun sauntered over to the counter. A hand landed on Mork’s. He gulped. “Thank you for keeping it steady while I work with Kitty.” 

“No problem,” Mork managed to speak. “You two have a lot of work if you want to win the competition. I believe in you…” Mork stopped himself just short of that last bit. Sun gave him that smile. The one where his eyes were smiling too and Mork scoffed. “Uh...yeah, just go.” Mork shooed him with a hand. Sun kept smiling at him and he slowly backed away to join Kitty again. 

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“You’re not seeing Kitty today?” Mork asked Sun when he appeared in the kitchen to put on his apron. He was getting used to working the cafe alone. It was becoming fun. 

“I am seeing Kitty today,” Sun answered. Mork’s face faltered. Sun only laughed. “She’s standing right in front of me.” Mork huffed. I need my own apron. For the love of… 

“There’s actually a new drink I want to make for you. We came up with it yesterday and we think it gets rid of that peach flavor.” Mork knew that perhaps Sun was only doing this for that snide remark he made. They weren’t open for twenty minutes so Sun made the drink. Mork tried it. 

“There’s no peach flavor here, but it doesn’t mean much because I didn’t try it the way it was before,” Mork told him. 

“Mork, what you think means very much to me. After all, it was you who convinced me to keep my head up and go for my dream. It’s why I took you to the mountains to find our coffee beans.” 

Our coffee beans. Mork didn’t know what to say. Sun said that he’d spend time convincing Mork that he no longer hates him. Sun said he would show him how he feels. Mork finished the drink. It was good and besides he needed the pick me up. Sun didn’t say much of anything else as time dwindled down to start another work day. 

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Later that night, they were doing the usual closing up routine. Chairs up on tables so they could easily mop the floor...etc...etc...Mork was putting up a chair when he mumbled, “I think I have feelings for you.” Sun stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the cafe, feeling like a giddy idiot holding a mop bucket. 

“What did you say?” Sun didn’t want to jump to conclusions. 

“Never mind,” Mork shook his head. Sun let go of the mop. He planted himself next to Mork who was still gripping the legs of the upside down chair. 

“What did you say?” Mork didn’t dare look at him. Did he? Shit. 

“I’m falling in love with you? Is that what this is?” Mork exclaimed, his voice rising a little louder than he wanted. A patient Sun took both of his hands and brought fingers to his lips. Mork let out the breath he’d been holding. 

“So you’re saying you love me?” 

“I don't know.” Mork took his hands back. “Why else do you think I couldn’t stand watching those men insult you? Why else do you think I intervened...though me intervening still got you hurt so there’s that.” Mork kept looking at the floor because that was best. If he looked at Sun’s face he’d lose all self-control. Sun apparently wanted him to lose it because his face was grabbed. 

Mork whined. “Stop it.” He shut his eyes, clearly aware of hands on his cheeks. Clearly aware of a thumb raking over his bottom lip. But he didn’t open his eyes. Mork imagined he was probably giving him a smile that would blind him like the very thing that is his name. 

“Sun,” Mork mumbled with eyes still closed. “If you’re going to kiss me you better do it now before I make an escape.” Mork was nervous on his feet, swaying a little bit. 

“Open your eyes.” Mork stomped his feet like a petulant child. He didn’t care what it looked like. He shook his head. “Open your eyes.” 

“Ughhh, fine.” Mork opened his eyes. Sure enough he was blinded by a smirk and smiling eyes. “Your face is going to be the death of me.”