Coffee Shop AU Idea:

A blonde barista sighed as he stared out at the currently empty coffee shop that he, and
his older brother owned. It had been a busy day, and he was happy to see that the sun outside
the windows was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow across the interior of the coffee
shop. He rested his head on his hands tiredly, as he leaned against the counter. It felt that only a
second after he had closed his eyes, that someone was at the counter.

“Hello? Are you still open?” Asked a man with curly orange hair, and odd black and
crimson eyes.

“Uh, yeah-yes, we are.” He answered. “How can I help you?”

“Just a normal medium coffee please, uhm…” The man leaned closer. “I’m sorry, I’m not
sure how to pronounce that.” He motioned to the nametag that he had on his apron.

“Oh, no worries. My name is Dimochka. Are you sure you only want plain coffee, sir?”

“Yes.” The orange-haired man answered, as Dimochka began to pour the cup.

He stopped midway, a sly smile appearing on his face. A smile the other man couldn’t see, since
he was facing away from him. He had an idea.

“You know, sir, may I ask your name?”

“My name is Vincent. Are you the type of coffee shop to put a completely different name on the
cups?”

“Not entirely,” he hummed as an answer, as he wrote something on the cup. “Here you go, a
coffee for the cutie.”

Vincent froze, “What? Did-Did I hear that right? You said-”

“Oh, it’s only the truth.” The smile on his face grew as Vincent quickly took the coffee, looking
down to hide the red on his cheeks. “Don’t worry about paying for it, one cup isn’t that much of a
difference.”

“T-Thank you. Uhm, have a good evening.” Vincent quickly left, but Dimochka could still hear the
gasp when he noticed what was written on the cup.

“Baby brother, what did you write.” Said a sudden voice from behind him. It was his older twin
brother, though he had died green hair and green eyes.
“Oh, Hello Misha. I didn’t write nothing too bad. Just that I wanted to kiss him.” He chuckled as
Misha sighed in disappointment.

“You can’t just go flirting with everyone when you’re tired.”

“Aw, but it’s fun.”

“One day, it’s going to come back to bite you in the ass.” He paused for a second. “If you say
‘good’, I will throw you into the oven.”

He raised his hands in defeat. “I didn’t say a word, big bro. Anyways, what brings you out here?”

“This.” Misha held up a piece of paper. “You hired two more people. I thought we agreed that we
only needed to hire one?”

“Well, I figured it would make more sense to hire two. Someone to help me out here, and
someone to help you back there, with baking. Don’t worry big bro, he brought a sample of what
he can do; he’s almost as good as you.”

“Baby brother-”

“Please just give them a chance. It wouldn’t hurt. Besides, you know your fiancé would be
happy to have you home more often.”

Misha was quiet for a second, placing the paper onto the counter. “Don’t bring Maribelle
into this. I’ll give them a chance.”

“Thank you, Big Brother.” He smiled, patting Misha on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, really,
what’s the worst that can happen?”