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Magnus’s POV
As Magnus walked into the coffee house, his mind was occupied thinking about the recording session he’d just finished for his latest album.
As of this afternoon, he had officially finished recording the first half of his latest album, all songs personally written by him, as all of his music was.
Of course, the downside of insisting that he write all his own songs is that when writer’s block came to pass, the recording came to a screeching halt, which explained why he had only finished half of his latest album.
He had a few weeks break now while the final mixing was done on those before he was expected to come back in to share the rest of his pieces with the management team at Taki Records. If only his subconscious would share the music with him first, he thought with annoyance.
Unable to go home and face the blank pieces of paper that were waiting for his creative genius to return from its mysterious vacation, Magnus had opted to walk home.
He took the long route and consequently came to his loft from a different direction than usual. Recognising how close to home he actually was, and wanting still to delay his return, he had stepped into the unknown (to him) coffee shop ‘Alicante’ to pick up a little something.
He heard a bell ring above him as he walked through the door, and as he looked around, he noticed half a dozen customers seated around the shop, at cute little tables all displaying different mosaic table tops. There was even a couple of couches, and armchairs placed strategically into the two front corners.
‘Well, this place is gorgeous!’ He thought to himself, totally feeling the casual, yet stylish vibe of the place.
As he approached the counter, he saw shock come over a few of the patrons’ faces as they recognised the globally famous singer who had just walked into their local coffee shop. He gave them a small, friendly smile as he continued on his way to the front counter.
Glancing at the tempting array of cakes and pastries in the display case, it took a second before Magnus looked up at the man waiting to serve him. When he did, however, he vowed to himself that he had just found proof of heaven because he had now seen an angel in person.
Cringing at his corniness, he stood frozen, staring at the beautiful man that was now before him.
With a start, Magnus realised that his angel must have asked him something, as he was now looking at Magnus with a politely quizzical expression.
“I’m sorry?” Magnus stammered, mentally berating himself for his lack of cool and wondering where his trademark charm and smoothness had gone.
“What can I get you?” The angel asked clearly for the second time.
“Your number?” Magnus asks, unable to help himself.
“Excuse me?” The angel asks with a sudden frown.
“Uh, number four on your board, thanks, a caramel macchiato.”
“You got it, your name?” the angel asks, picking up a cup and marking it with his order.
“Magnus,” he says, both loving the fact that the angel didn’t recognise him, and despairing of it, as now he’ll have to work that much harder to gain the angel’s name and number. Typically, he hated relying on his fame for anything. Still, something in him was desperate to make a connection here, and for that reason, he was prepared to use any means necessary.
When his angel finished writing his name on the cup, he gave Magnus another warm smile, before dragging his gaze to the customer standing behind him.
Recognising that for the moment, he had lost his angel’s attention, Magnus reluctantly moved to the side, making way for the next in line, while continuing to watch this human Adonis move behind the counter.
While waiting for his order, Magnus began devising the perfect words in his head, that would have his angel agreeing to a date.
Before he came up with the words he wanted though, he was distracted by his angel greeting a good looking blond, currently stepping to the head of the line, and flopping his upper half dramatically on the counter.
“Coffee please, Alec. I’m exhausted! I can hardly keep my eyes open,” the blond says to Alexander.
What an overdramatic tosser, Magnus thinks, annoyed by the blond’s clear relationship with the angel that had so captured Magnus’s attention.
Rather than let his annoyance build, he instead focused on finally learning his angel’s name. Alec, Magnus thought with a smile. Wondering if it was short for Alexander, Magnus immediately began trying to bond their names together in a cute little ship name, much like all his fans insisted on doing, whenever he so much as looked at someone.
However, soon his attention was brought back to Alec and the blond when he began hearing some alarming talk between the two.
“I love how you keep me up all night with your snoring, but you’re the one that is desperate for a coffee,” Alec sends back to the hateful blond with a smile on his face, as he writes the order on the cup.
At Alexander’s words, the blond looks guilty.
“At least I didn’t kick you until you had to leave the bed this time,” he said, giving Alexander, what Magnus was sure the blond thought was a charming smile, but that Magnus found slimy, disappointment flooding through his veins.
“No, this time I just took the bruises,” Alec said with a laugh, before turning to pick up Magnus’s drink to hand to him.
“Here you go,” Alexander says, flashing Magnus a crooked smile that makes him weak at the knees.
“Thanks,” Magnus says with a regretful smile.
Obviously his angel Alexander, not only had a boyfriend but one that had recently moved in with him.
Magnus had promised himself long ago, that he would never step in on someone else’s relationship, knowing all too well, the pain it caused when one was cheated on.
Oh well, Magnus thought sadly to himself, it’s not like I even have time for a relationship right now.
Pausing as he opened the door to step outside, he took one last look back at his angel, the idea for a new song about lost opportunities starting in his head as he turned away and stepped outside.
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Alec’s POV
Alec looked up as he heard the bell ring above the door of the coffee shop, his breath catching as he caught sight of the beautiful man that had just walked through the door.
Dressed in a pair of black leather pants, so tight, they had to have been painted on, and a dark red shirt, with more than a few buttons undone, all of which was hiding under a black thigh-length coat with a small turned-up collar, he was the most beautiful man Alec had ever seen. The man’s multiple necklaces and artfully done make-up, shined in the sunlight streaming through the cafe’s windows, giving the man his own personal spotlight.
Finally remembering to breathe again, Alec turned back to the customer in front of him, forcing himself to listen to the young woman’s order and not notice the man join the end of the line.
Despite his best efforts though, Alec was acutely aware of every step the glittery man took towards him.
By the time he reached the front of the line, Alec had managed to pull himself together and find the self-control that had seen him through his childhood.
“Welcome to Alicante, what can I get you?” Alec asked.
Enjoying being able to look at the man as he waited for an answer, he began to grow a little concerned, when the man just continued to look at him without saying a word. Puzzled as to what was happening, Alec was relieved when the man finally seemed to return to reality.
“I’m sorry?” He said, a slight adorable blush crossing the man’s cheeks.
As Alec repeated the question, he found himself getting lost in the man’s beautiful caramel skin and golden-brown eyes.
Realising the man had spoken, Alec scolded himself as he asked the man to repeat himself. A slightly embarrassed look came over the man, and Alec realised that he must have known that Alec was gawking and that he obviously hadn’t appreciated it.
“Uh, number four on your board, thanks, a caramel macchiato,” the man repeated.
Alec used the excuse of grabbing a cup to write the order on as he asked for the guy’s name.
“Magnus,”
Magnus, Alec thought to himself. It suits him perfectly—a unique name for a unique man.
Not wanting to make the man uncomfortable by staring at him again, Alec gave him a warm smile before forcing his gaze to the customer waiting in line behind him.
As he continued to serve people, Alec was very much aware of the beautiful man watching him from the side as he waited for his order. Alec forced himself to stay focused on what he was doing, determinedly not looking to his side, where the man waited.
Wanting to keep himself distracted, he was relieved to see his brother step up to the counter next.
He suppressed a laugh as Jace gave a dramatic huff and flopped himself down on the counter.
“Coffee please, Alec. I’m exhausted! I can hardly keep my eyes open,”
Putting aside his preoccupation with the beautiful man for a moment, Alec gave Jace an exasperated smile.
“I love how you keep me up all night with your snoring, but you’re the one that is desperate for a coffee,” Alec tells him.
Jace’s apartment had recently flooded, so for the next few days, he was staying with Alec. Actually, Jace and his two flatmates were staying with Alec.
Simon and Jonathon had flipped for the couch, while the other took the floor of Alec’s one-bedroom apartment. Jace however, had declared that they used to share a bed when they were kids and intended to do so again.
Jace had been Alec’s 7-year-old cousin and best friend when his parents died. Alec and Izzy’s parents had adopted Jace, and the two younger siblings would crawl into Alec’s bed after everyone else had gone to bed to stay up all night chatting.
As much as Alec loved his brother, he was eager to get his bed and apartment back.
At Alec’s reminder that he hadn’t slept much either, Jace flashed Alec a sheepishly guilty look.
“At least I didn’t kick you until you had to leave the bed this time,” he said, giving Alec a charming smile.
“No, this time I just took the bruises,” Alec said with a laugh, before turning to pick up Magnus’s drink to hand to him.
“Here you go,” Alec said, giving Magnus a smile that he hoped made up for his creepy behaviour earlier.
“Thanks,” he answered, giving Alec a smile in return, that Alec hoped meant, that while his creepiness may not have been forgotten, it was forgiven.
Alec watched as the man walked away, not taking notice of Jace following his gaze, looking to see what had captured his brother’s attention.
“Holy shit!” Jace choked out as the man took one last look back before stepping outside.
Alec continued to ignore his brother and watch the man walk away before a chuckle from Jace drew his attention away.
“What’s your problem?” Alec asked him, embarrassed at being caught staring again, although this time at least it wasn’t by Magnus.
“Got a little crush there, Alec?” His brother said, unable to stop his laughter from finally unleashing.
“Of course not!”
“Hey, it’s cool. I may be straight, but Magnus Bane is hot!”
Noticing there was no one in line behind Jace, Alec began to busy himself straightening the menu’s trying to remain casual when he asked his next question.
“Bane? How do you know his name?”
In response, Jace let his jaw drop dramatically.
“Alec! I swear to the angels, you live under a rock! That was Magnus Bane, Alec! He’s a world-famous singer! Simon has like every single one of his records. I would’ve asked for his autograph myself, except, you know, I’m too cool for that kind of stuff,” Jace said cockily.
“Yeah, right. Too cool,” Alec replied sarcastically.
“Besides, how was I supposed to know who he was?” Alec asked sheepishly, taking the coffee Maia had just prepared and placing it down in front of his brother.
Jace chuckled under his breath and clapped Alec on the shoulder, before picking up his coffee.
“You know I love you, Alec, but you have got to get a life.”
With one final wink, Jace swaggered out of the cafe, leaving Alec to obsess over his embarrassing encounter with the world-famous singer, unable to get the man’s face out of his mind.