NeonDomino, no need to say I love your stories. . But as I know you love the closet deviant Remus (or at least you are convinced that is what he is) and you seem to have a thing for them meeting in a coffeeshop, this one is for you! It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it didn't even make that.
Oh. And I even gave Sirius straight hair. Just for you. Better be grateful, it hurts!

Remus p.o.v., because I thought I'd shine a bit more on that situation.

A cute little love story to balance the nasty stuff I've been writing lately.

He casually leans against a counter, watching Lily whirlwind around him preparing the orders.
'You are insane, you know that.' She murmurs as she pours another cup of coffee and places it on a tray next to a big piece of apple pie with whipped cream and, for some reason, sprinkles. 'You have to be the only person in the world to show up 5 hours before your shift begins.'
'But it smells so good in here. And it's so quiet at home.' Remus moans as he reaches out for a chocolate chip muffing. Lily swats his hand away.
'And you can't wear that in here either, it's against the rules. Both café and fashion-wise!'
Remus plucks his cardigan with a pout.
'But I love my cardigan! It's my lucky one! And it's clean!'
'And woolly. Look, wool!' With her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth she carefully picks a tiny bit of wool from the apple-pie, a few sprinkles rolling on the floor in the process.

As soon as Lily picks up the tray and turns around Remus reaches out for a muffin but once again is stopped by Lily's excellent skills of knowing what goes on behind her back. Literally.
'Pay or have some at home! We both know your cupboards are stuffed with anything chocolate.' She throws him a last death glare over her shoulder, hoping it's enough to keep him from eating everything while she serves the customers.
But they aren't nearly as good at home. Remus protests in his mind and as soon as Lily slips from behind the counter, he grabs a muffin and buries his teeth in it, holding it there while scooting over to the cash register. With the muffing still stuffed half in his mouth he quickly makes himself a receipt, picks a pound from the tip jar (hey, that's his money, too) and tosses it in with the rest of the change.

There. He paid for it. Gods, if everything could taste so good! That richness, the chocolatebits, the moist cake.. Had he been at home he would've devoured the thing, moaning loudly in the process. But out and about the thought it was probably better to eat a muffin as it should. As long as eating a muffin had rules, that was. His hand reached up to free himself from the muffin, ready to enjoy his probably highlight of the day, but he never got to that as a cheery voice interrupted him.

His hand reaches up to free himself from the muffing but he never gets to that as a cheery voice interrupted him.
'She gags people with muffins now? That's harsh.'
Remus looks up to find a young man standing in front of him. Muffin still stuck between his teeth he takes him in. About as tall as him, perhaps a bit taller. Skinny, black hair and glasses on his long, straight nose. Questionable fashion sense but Lily would probably approve he wasn't wearing a cardigan but a band shirt. She had a thing for band shirts, Remus happens to know.
'Never seen you here before, new? Are you her boyfriend?' He nods his head. As Remus follows his movement he sees Lily at the end of it, looking annoyed at the two of them. Is it the muffin?
Remus quickly shakes his head, muffin still in mouth and in the process catches a glimpse of a man standing two feet left from the bespectacled man.

Little did he know how much this moment would change his complete outlook on the world. Never before had he been this convinced he never saw that man before because how could anyone ever forget someone like that. Fuck. He was bloody perfect. His size. His age. Long, black hair tight back in a ponytail. Ridiculously tight jeans and, as if it wasn't enough, a leather jacket.

Once again Remus was fighting to keep a moan from escaping his throat. It wasn't hard to imagine pressing his face against the leather and smelling the warm, musk smell that came with these kind of jackets. Not to mention how the man himself would smell. Or how he could look wearing just that jacket..

'So.. If you are done making love to that muffin, mind if we order?' James jokes as he leans on the counter, grinning widely over his own joke.
Remus quickly pulls the muffin from his mouth, not prepared for the sliver of drool that escapes with it. He tries to catch it with his hand and succeeds but let's be honest.. that doesn't make it any less gross. But the man leaning on the counter, rather than leaving, bursts out laughing. Not even in a mean way but still enough to make Remus blush furiously.
'Aren't you charming.'
The other man stepped up to the counter as well, leaning on one leather clad elbow, pointing to the corner of Remus' mouth.
'You missed some. Right there.'

Remus quickly wipes it away. Sure, he is clumsy from time to time. But this is too embarrassing to be true. His stomach twists as he looks at the man and finds the greyest eyes he ever saw.
'Would you like to order?' He quickly averts his look. Playing shy is so much easier than explaining why he can't keep his eyes from probably perfect lips.
'Might come in handy. He-' he nods at the man who is now coming to terms with his laughter and whipping the tears from his eyes 'will have a cappuccino and a lemon square, as usual. I'll have a coffee, black. And ah. Hmm.' He leans a little closer towards Remus, locking their eyes. 'What would you advise?'

Is he flirting with me? Great. That's just fucking great. Why can't I just find myself a nice girl? Wouldn't that make things so much easier?

Quickly he averts his eyes again, cursing the blush on his cheeks.
'I think you'll like the cinnamon cupcakes. They have a hint of clove in them. Suits the weather.'
'I love cinnamon. One of those for me, then.' The handsome man smiles and slaps a twenty on the counter as Remus quickly takes the order and makes him a receipt.
'Lily will bring it in a second.'
'We know.' The man takes the change from Remus and puts most of it in the tip jar.

Unwillingly Remus' eyes follow the men. Well. One in particular. He even walks perfectly. God. He even takes of his leather jacket perfectly. He slings it over the back of his chair just as perfectly.
Sure. He never had been in love with a guy before. But for the past few years he grew more and more concerned that perhaps girls weren't what he was going for. Not that he told anyone. Not even Lily. Playing the shy and innocent part was good enough an excuse to not be too interested in dating. But this. That man. He was just..

'James.' The voice startles him and he almost drops his muffin. 'I hope you paid for that.'
Lily, to whom the voice belonged, motioned at the muffin. 'And better not from the tip jar this time!'
'Sure.' Remus said. 'What's a James?'
'The guy you've been staring at the past minute?' She raised her eyebrow. ´You know. James. My stalker who is not creepy enough to hope he lands under a bus but annoying enough to hope he forgets this place exists?'
'Right!' Remus says, a bit too loud and half the customers stare his way. 'Right.' He repeats, softer this time. 'I thought he looked familiar. He's better looking than you described, Lils.'
'Yeah. Well. Don't want to give him too much credit.'

As she starts filling up another tray with cakes and coffee, Remus finally takes that bite from his muffin but all of a sudden it seems so boring. It's just a chocolate cupcake.
His gaze re-directs to definitely not James but the guy beside him and he clears his throat.
'So. They come in every morning?' He asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.
'Every single morning. Always the two of them.'
'Are they a couple?'
Lily raises another eyebrow.
'Yes. They are definitely a couple. That's probably why James keeps asking me out at every occasion. What is wrong with you this morning?'
'Right.' Remus says as he feels the parts of his ridiculous and probably apart from this point non-existent plan fall into place. 'What I wanted to ask you, really.. Want to change shifts with me tomorrow? Dentist appointment in the afternoon.'
'You mean you give up your precious morning to go to the dentist and I get a morning off from mister Stalking Glasses? Yes please.'

'Perfect. I'll take my leave then. Oh, here's the receipt. They ordered..'
'A cappuccino with lemon square for James and a coffee, black, with a cinnamon-clove cupcake for Sirius. I know. They always order the same thing.'
Sirius.. The name races over and over in Remus' head and he decides it suits the man perfectly. Sirius..

As Lily walks over to serve them, Remus puts on his counter and takes another bite from the muffin. Then it suddenly dawns to him. He snaps his head around, finding Sirius to look at him, winking while he takes a bite from his cupcake. His usual order.
It was a good thing Remus didn't believe in faith and he told himself that every single step of the way home.

As soon as he got home he ran towards the phone, picked up his phonebook and dialed the number.
'Yes, hello. I would like to make an appointment for tomorrow afternoon..'

Always cover your tracks..