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Pangi grabbed the first one he saw. The decision wasn’t as difficult for him, given sweet treats were typical food in the Netherlands. Stroopwafel, appeltaart: sweets available at the tips of his fingers. It doesn't matter much to him, anyway. As long as it’s tasty. “Go, Lucas. pick.”
Lukey, however - this could change his entire day. This could make or break his evening. Would he be basic, and go for the well known glazed donut? Or would he be fancier, and get an orange glazed one? Or- or maybe the chocolate one. There’s a vegan donut? Oooh, the caramel one is pretty good. He had that last time. His finger tapped on his chin, foot stomping lightly to a rhythm known only to him.
“Uhhh. Lucas?” Pangi’s eyebrows furrowed. What was taking him so long? It's just a donut.
“This is crucial, Sem.” The British man stared at the glass, eyes squinting. He opted to ignore the cashier until he had made his decision. “I cant- I cant just choose anything. I can't.”
Nodding, Pangi stepped back a little. Yikes. “Riiiiight. Okay. What're you feeling, man?”
Was the vegan donut worth it? “I don't know.” He'd never had it before, but he’s always open to trying new things. Sticking to tried and trusted options always works, too. “I dont-“ He rubbed his temple, the thought of forcing Pangi to choose crossing his mind.
Bad idea. He chose the weird tasting strawberry one.
“Can I get a macchiato, please? And.. uh, a tea for him.” Pangi’s head jerked towards Lukey, who was still deep in thought. Thinking too much over a donut. Fucking loser.
The cashier - barista? - nodded, a bitten back smile on their face. At least they were nice enough to hide it, Pangi thought, as he put his hand on Lukey's back. “You got this, dude.”
And, fuck. Maybe the original glaze was the right option. Yeah! Pure sugar! That sounds nice. Especially with tea. Anything else would feel a little odd. Caramel is too sweet, vegan is a mystery, strawberry is an absolute no. He hasn’t even considered the other half of the glass. “I do.” he straightens his posture, smiling (with teeth!!) as he catches the cashier’s attention. “Can I have an original glazed? please.”
He pulls his phone out to pay, an action he’s practiced so many times before. The only confident part of his routine. The subathon money will be enough to tide him over for at least 2 months - extra special treats included. God, he loves his job.
“Six-fourty-nine, then. on card..” The cashier mutters to themself, before busying themself with making their drinks and putting their donuts into separate bags. Lukey’s phone Ding!s, signalling the payment going through, and Pangi tries to hide his disdain for lukey paying for everything.
Whatever. He'll buy him something later.
Their drinks are really fucking hot. and Pangi, honestly, feels a little dumb for thinking it would be normal temperature, right after being poured.
Lukey turns his head, stuffing his donut packet into his coat pocket as he speaks. “Strawberry is weird. You’re weird, dude.”
“What has the strawberry even done to you, hello?”
“Too much. Way too much.. I just can’t believe you’d- you’d go behind my back like that.”
Pangi rolled his eyes. “Ragebait, bro. Actual ragebait.”
The sky, although the typical shade of gray that only England can seem to accomplish; and Pangi’s eyes remain squinted as he shields himself from the sun, is rather pretty. The hues across the clouds seem to accentuate all the shadows, the highlights.
It’s bland, monotone, and Pangi’s convinced this is Lukey’s favourite time of day.
“Soooo,” Pangi takes a sip of his macchiato. He should have picked up some sugar for it, it’s bitter as hell. “D’you, uh, come round here often?”
Lukey has half a mouthful of donut, so he cannot reply without it being muffled. incomprehensible. “Mmf- ‘ot eary. Waiting-“ he swallows. “for you. I’ve been waiting for you to visit.”
And that would be so much sweeter to the Dutchman if he could actually understand Lukey. But that’s okay. “Shit, man, don’t let me hold you back.”
His strawberry donut is a little bit odd. Fuck.
Lukey kicks the floor - was that meant to be the pile of leaves? - and giggles. He’s hiding his mouth behind the packet, but his eyes have simultaneously disappeared and are shining brighter than ever. It’s a talent, really. Pangi isn’t sure how he does it.
(Or how he notices, for that matter. But that’s something to unpack later.)
Unpack. “Shit.”
“Huh?”
“I forgot my fucking glasses. Thats literally why I need them, hello?”
Lukey scoffed. “You think pangolins are well known enough to be on a donut? Dude, I hardly even knew what one was until I met you.”
Well fuck him, Pangi deserves his pangolin donut! It’s important. Just like- “Your rather long donut choosing. Seriously, dude, it’s never that deep.”