Everything went back to normal at the cafe. Eugene manages the register and Damon works at the drinks counter. At least, that's what it looks like.
Everytime someone orders a drink at the register, Eugene used Gael to relay the order to Damon. Gael didn't complain and find it as a way to get closer to Damon. When Damon finishes the drink and put it on the counter, Eugene pretends he needs to be somewhere else.
It is visible to everyone how Eugene is avoiding Damon. Even the customers notice how the back and forth interaction is. Like a magnet that repels each other.
Eugene sometimes would switch places with Gael and serve the customer instead. He'll strike conversations with the cuatomers jiat to minimize the time he has to spend behind the counter.
"How could I look at Damon when I had that dream? " Is what's going on in Eugene's mind.
"Excuse me, Eugene... Are you sure it's okay for you to serve customers?" One of the regular customers asked?
"Of course. It's about time I get used to interacting with the other souls."
"But Sir Damon keeps glaring at us and it feels very intimidating."
The glares coming from Damon is because he kept seeing Eugene all smiles with other people but panicked and avoidant when it comes to him.
Eugene turned around to confirm. Instead of being intimidated, Eugene recalled the passionate eyes Damon used to look at him in his dream so quickly turned back to the customer.
"Are you ok? Are you not overworking yourself? Your face looks red?"
"I'm fine... it must be the lights..."
...
It's already 2pm and Dead Time is already approaching. And today of all days, there is a sudden surge of customers. Everyone's busy including Gael who needs to help Johan serving the customers.
There are multiple orders of drinks. Eugene kepts on calling for Gael but is being ignored. He kept following Gael, occasionally leaving the register.
"Eugene please! Appreciate you helping me getting closer to sir Damon but..... " Gael signaled that his hands are full. Eugene went back to his territory with piling drink orders.
Suddenly, he felt a warm body behind him and he is now trapped between two arms on top of the counter. Damon lowered his head and whispered.
"Directly give me the drink orders. No need to bother Gael."
Eugene blinked slowly and felt guilty.
One customer was hesitant but still approached the counter. Damon shifted his eyes to the soul infront of them. With a low deep tone, " We're not taking anymore orders."
"Ah.. eh... but...."
Damon let out a sigh. And repeated what he said but this time, made sure that the whole cafe will hear him.
"We will not take anymore additional orders for today!"
Everyone looked at him and continued after understanding. The customers on queue left the cafe. Damon closed the register and pulled Eugene by his hand while getting the list of pending drink orders.
"Since you let the orders piled up by avoiding me, you'll be my assistant on making those orders."
They are now at Damon's space. Damon put out cups and glasses equal to the number of orders. He then summoned Eugene and without letting go of his hand, they continued working. They started grinding coffee beans and dripping coffee with hot water. They continued this routine until they served the last order.
The cafe is just waiting for the few customers to finish their food and drinks. Eugene then noticed that Damon is still holding onto him. He tried to yank his hands but Damon didn't release him.
"I think you don't need me anymore..."
"I do... "
Once the last customer left, Damon ordered the other three to head back at the dorms and Eugene and him will handle the closing of the cafe.
Damon locked the cafe the door and Eugene tried to escape.
"I'll clean the kitchen."
"Is this your revenge?" Damon stopped him. "Are you getting back at me for avoiding you before?"
"It's not like that."
"Then why are you obviously avoiding me?"
"Maybe we should head back to the dorms too."
"Too late. It's already Dead Time. We're going to be stuck here for an hour. Now talk."
Eugene keeps on looking around. Finding an excuse to survive for the said hour. Damon noticed how Eugene is not focusing on him so he had an idea. He spread his wings and swiftly curled it, enveloping the both of them.
Eugene panicked and froze. There's no way he could escape now and even worse, they are much closer. He can feel Damon's black feathers brushing against his skin.
"Now tell me the reason you're avoiding me."
Eugene hesitated but still gave up.
"You did nothing wrong. It's just... last night.... dream..... " His voice became quieter and his head dropped making Damon only hear mumbled sounds.
Damon grabbed Eugene's chin and tilted it up.
"What did you say about a dream? Did I hurt you? Is that why you can't even look at me?"
Eugene looked at Damon's blue eyes and confessed to avoid another misunderstanding.
"I dreamt that .... we... you.. want to be.... ahem.... you want to sleep together.... naked and stuff.... straddling me..."
Damon understood the context of the dream. He retracted his wings and both of them are looking at each other with cheeks buring red.
"This is my fault." Damon claimed and turned his back to Eugene.
"What? Why?"
"The lustful blood on me awakened and it must have affected you. This is why I should never engage on s*x."
"No. It's a misunderstanding. I think it's normal in the human world for a male to experience wet dreams."
"Wet dreams?"
"Yes. Have you not experienced it before?"
Damon slightly tilted his head as he never heard of the term before. Eugene noticed so he explained while fidgeting.
"Well.. a wet dream..... is when you dreamt of someone..... or say.... you're in a situation.... that would arouse you.... in your sleep... then your body.... unconciously releases semen... and you'll wake up.... wet .... down there..."
"Are you saying we had s*x on you dreams?"
"Well' not really."
"If you released your semen does that mean... you were the one who inserted it?"
"What?! No! You were pinning me down. You sat on top of me and was about to strip me naked...."
Eugene noticed that Damon's face became passionately heated just like on his dream. He became embarrassed as how focus Damon's gazes are.
"But nothing happened! I woke up! Just a dream! Not real! Let's stop talking about this."
"Did you dream of me doing that because you're also hoping for it to happen in real life?"
"I never said that."
"I see.... so it's the same."
"What's the same?"
"Do you know why I was avoiding you before?" Damon asked Eugene about the time he spent little time with them after they had their first time. "Cause I also feel the same way."
"Feel what?"
Damon stepped closer but Eugene kept on stepping backward until his back is against the counter. Damon reached for Eugene's hand and pressed it onto his stomach. Slowly lowering it down and inside his pants.
Eugene's fingertips touched a hard hot muscle. Both of them twitched with the skin to skin contact.
"Haaa... This..." Damon said in a grunting voice. "I also feel lustful when it comes to you."
Eugene tried to pull his hands back but Damon just pressed it harded making him groan.
"It's my first time feeling this way so I avoided you. If I let my lust win, I don't know what I would have done with you."