They were greeted at the counter by a cute blonde named Thomas.
“Hi, Jordan. You’re looking good today,” he said with a genuine smile.
Of course, Jordan took every opportunity to flirt with Thomas as they perused the day’s menu.
“Thanks, Thomas. You too.” Jordan smirked, his eyes traveling the length of his body.
“So, what can I get you today?” Thomas asked with an eyebrow wiggle.
“Besides a heaping portion of you, I’ll have an extra-large Sumatra and a pistachio muffin.”
“Comin’ right up.” Thomas blushed. “Not me…the coffee and muffin.” He scuttled away.
Jordan turned to Dean, who stood smirking with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
“Oh, nothing. You two know each other?” Dean tilted his chin toward Thomas.
Jordan chuckled. “You know flirting is my love language.” He leaned closer to Dean. “We’ve hooked up a couple of times. But it’s just for fun,” he whispered.
“You sure you don’t want anything more? He’s super cute. And this is awfully convenient.” Dean bumped their shoulders together.
“Too convenient!” Jordan giggled and smacked his shoulder. “The hookups were hot, but no, I’m not looking for anything serious. Just some fun from time to time.”
As Jordan finished that statement, Thomas returned with his coffee and muffin. “Here ya go. Anything else I can get you?” he asked with pleading eyes.
Jordan ignored the innuendo with a smile and paid for his items.
Once Dean had his order, they took a seat at a small table by the window.
As he settled in his chair, Jordan’s phone buzzed. He gasped loudly as he read the text.
“What? What is it?” Dean asked.
Jordan gently placed his phone on the table, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms with a shit-eating grin. “Guess who just got nominated for a Grammy?”
Dean nearly spat out his coffee. “What?!”
“Yep. Nominations are coming out soon, and my source tells me you have four.”
Dean beamed. “Shit! That’s amazing!” He paused to think. “But I hate awards shows.” He furrowed his brows. “What the fuck will I wear?”
Jordan laughed. “I think you’ll have time to figure that out. Congratulations, Dean!”
“Wow!” Dean leaned back in his chair and looked off into the distance. “I mean, I think I make good music, write catchy songs, ya know?” He sighed. “But a Grammy is big-time, next-level shit. I can’t believe it!”
“Well, you haven’t won yet…” Jordan teased with a wink.
“Fuck you!” Dean tossed a wadded-up napkin at him. “It’s an honor just to be nominated,” he joked with a hand over his heart and fluttering eyelashes.
“You’re a dork!” Jordan snickered as he removed the lid from his coffee and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm. They have the best coffee in the whole city.”
Dean grinned. “Yep. And we have it right outside our front door. How did we get so lucky?”
Jordan savored his coffee and Dean sobered his expression. “So J, there’s a reason for this little field trip. I have something very important I need to tell you.”
Jordan quirked one eyebrow, giving Dean a sassy smirk. “Oh, so you’re finally going to fire me?”
Dean laughed out loud and playfully smacked his hand on the table. “Shut up, bitch.”
