Apollo was sick of the people at his work. The customers of course, not the co-workers. His sister was trying to get him out of the house after college and suggested a new coffee shop that had opened and was hiring. Artemis seemed to get the joke, him working at a place called Hyperion. His new boss was lovely and hired him quickly, obviously needing workers. He usually worked the morning shift, he was naturally a morning person much unlike his sister. His co-workers, whether it was Erato or Heliades, were great people, always helpful and on top of work. The customers however, were a much different story.
The place had regulars, they wouldn’t cause problems. The regulars had normal orders and rarely deviated, and best of all, they didn’t complain. The tourists were the issue. They came in expecting the same coffee from where they were from and didn’t take no for an answer. He tried his best to keep a sunny expression, but he always managed to get something just wrong enough for them to complain. Thankfully whenever Heliades was working, she would take the register. She knew how much he hated the tourists.
On a particularly chilly autumn morning while working, he did what always happens; he got love-struck. The most beautiful guy he had ever seen decided to grace their coffee shop this morning. His long, dark hair and bright demeanor was exactly his type.
“Apollo, stop staring.” Erato had interrupted his day dreaming.
“I was doing no such thing…” he countered, obviously lying.
This guy would spell his doom. He remembered how his past relationships had gone, despite his sister’s warnings about them. He never listened. It wasn’t his fault that he was clingy, was it? Well, maybe it was his fault. But he didn’t care. He reasoned that if you like someone, you should show it constantly.
His dark hair perfectly framed his face, letting Apollo keep daydreaming.
“Helloooo? Are you there?” the figure asked.
Apollo had completely forgotten he was working.
“Um sorry about that, can I take your order?”
“I’ll have a chai latte, please.”
Normally Apollo wouldn’t ask for a name and just call out the drink, but he had to get his name didn’t he?
“It’s Hyacinthus.”
And a beautiful name to match the heavenly face? Apollo couldn’t have asked for better. He made the drink and brought it to the counter.
“Hyacinthus, chai latte!”
Apollo had even made the ‘i’ of his name with a heart on top. He truly was a hopeless romantic. But, just like he entered in a flash, he left in the same manner. Leave it up to Apollo to get high hopes. He was probably just some tourist visiting for the day, and he’d never come back again. Apollo hoped it wasn’t, but he was sure it probably was.