#richboy!tom

Sleepover!

In the beginning of summer tom was furious he had to work a summer job. Instead of partying on yatchs and living his life to the fullest, he was serving coffee to whoever came in.

Although you caught his eye, you would come just about everyday to use the WiFi and order a Carmel macchiato. You made his job less stressful, you made him less upset that he had a summer job.

“Same thing, holland.” You pulled out and have and he waved you off.

“No, it’s on me.” He smiles at you and you give him a soft smile back.

“Thanks.” You brush some hair back. “So, is this just a summer thing?” You asked and his face went red thinking you were talking about you and him. “The job, is this a summer thing?”

“Oh, yeah, err, until my parents—” He was about to say until his parents gave him money but that would make him sound stuck up. “Until my parents are settled into their new home.” He lies and you don’t really notice.

“Oh,” You look around and he hands you the coffee. “Thank you.” You press your lips into a smile except there is something written on the cup.

Call me, I wanna see you outside of this shithole xo—tom.