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Everyone knows that the supernatural exist. Some just, don’t accept it. The ‘creatures of the night’, as they have been deemed, are still rather reclusive, so they might hide their features to blend in with society better. This is why most don’t believe that the supernatural are real, despite others proudly showing off their features. People would rather choose to believe that they are a singular species in the universe.
And then there are people like Virgil. Virgil has believed that all of the supernatural are very real ever since he found out that his best friend is a Sandman at the tender age of 6.
Now, Virgil loves Remy and would never think that he would do something to harm him on purpose, but after he woke up with his friend weaving images of glittery golden bunnies dancing around, he made sure to do his research into all things supernatural. He even used to daydream about a handsome fae prince saving him from grade school bullies.
Virgil is no longer six though. He has long since outgrown those particular daydreams, and has since become suspicious and cautious of everyone, especially the supernatural.
Virgil is now in an art major in college. Remy was Virgil’s roommate for a while, before he decided to drop out and open his own coffee shop.
‘Bitchin’ Brews’ has been open for only a total of three months, but has quickly became the biggest hangout off campus.
Virgil just got done with the last of his midterms, and decided to pay Remy a visit. Unfortunately, it was not Remy who was behind the counter.
‘This must be the new guys Rem was telling me about. Huh, he’s kinda hot...’
Virgil shook off his thoughts and walked up to the counter.
“Salutations and welcome to Bitchin Brews. Have you occupied this establishment before?” The hot barista turns out to also speak very proper and sounds really smart.
“Uhh, yeah. My best friend owns the place? Do you know where he is?”
“Ah, if you mean Remy, he has gone off to woe a potential boyfriend. Would you like me to leave him a message?”
Virgil shook his head and looked at the menu board. “I was just wanting to catch up, but I can do it later. For not, may I get a ‘Damnit Karen’, with extra whip cream?”
The barista smirked, and then nodded. “Of course. Can I have your name?”
Virgil was instantly on alert. ‘Yeah, so even if this guy turns out to not be supernatural, better safe then sorry!’
“You may not have my name, but you may call me Anxiety.”
The barista’s expression instantly changed. Gone was the self satisfied smirk, in was a look of anger and frustration.
“No. Your real name.”
‘Ha! Gotcha.’
“Sorry Mr. Fae,” Virgil said, shaking his head at a now open mouthed barista. “I said you can call me Anxiety. That is all you are getting. Now, my coffee please?”
The barista clenched his jaw and started making the drink. Virgil decided to take note of his appearance as he does that.
The barista was certainly good looking, with straight black hair, squared black glasses, and a lean yet muscular form.
The barista handed Virgil his cup whilst Virgil was still checking him out. The guy raised an eyebrow but smirked.
“You give me your name I’ll give you my number.”
Virgil just grabbed his coffee and rolled his eyes while trying to fight his blush.
“Nice try, but no deal. Tell Remy Anxiety stopped by, he’ll know what you mean. Bye bye now.” Virgil gave a two finger solute before walking out the door.
The barista eyes followed Virgil’s silhouette until he was gone. ‘Hmm, well that was interesting. He was definitely very aesthetically appeasing, and seems to have a good bout of intelligence. I will most definitely be getting his name. This could be fun...’