Coffee King
“I’m in love,” Oikawa declared, succumbing to the warm embrace of his arms once more, burying his head deep within the confines.
“You’re dating someone? Oh shit, I didn’t know that,” Kuroo whistled.
“I wish,” Oikawa responded with a sigh, memory flashing back to the handsome stranger and his green eyes, warm complexion, and those arms –
“Oh, so it’s that kind of love. Alright, hit me. What’s his name?” Oikawa’s face twisted down in an offended glare. “You don’t know his name?” Kuroo asked carefully, lips teetering on the edge of a smile.
“Not yet, but I will. Mark my words, the next time he comes in here I’m going to get his name and his number,” Oikawa announced firmly.
“That is, if he comes back. You know, this could have been a one time thing,” Bokuto reminded unhelpfully.
“I take back what I said earlier. I’m firing you,” Oikawa deadpanned.