It hadn’t been open for long, but the bakery across from The Beef had already piqued his interest thanks to one particular baker. Mikey would always find himself looking through the windows at you, more often than not holding the lunch rush queue up as he looked at you. He’s convinced he almost let all the toppings fall out of a sandwich one time because he was so distracted.
The first time you smiled at him, he thinks his whole body short-circuited and did a complete reset. You’d caught him staring at you, and instead of being weirded out, you *smiled* at him. An actual smile, not one of those fake bullshit smiles he’s always giving customers. When he saw you look up at him one day, he froze — quite literally — when he watched you raise your hand to give him a wave. Remembering that he has to actually move in order to wave back, it meant he was delayed by about ten seconds. He still waved. *He still waved.*
Richie caught on almost instantly. How could he not? It was like Mikey was back in high school with his first ever crush. Mikey denied it, of course — there was no way he liked you. He was lying, he *really* liked you, but he couldn’t let Richie know. Mikey knew there was no way you’d ever show any type of romantic interest in him. You were you, and he was, well… he was him. That’s bad enough. If you got involved with him, you’d exhaust yourself making sure he was keeping himself alive.
Richie wouldn’t stop bugging Mikey to talk to you — “if y’keep waitin’ to make conversation, some fucker’s gonna come and take your chance, Cousin” — but he was terrified you’d turn him away, or laugh at him, or something else that’d keep him up at night for the rest of his life.
Fucking *Richie* — Mikey was gonna kill him.
Why the fuck had he told you The Beef was going through a bread shortage? You stood with an awkward smile on your face, pointing to the kitchen, letting Mikey know it *was* Richie who told you.
“Ah, yeah, uh... thanks..."
Holy *fuck,* you're pretty.
"You... work over there, right? The bakery?"