It had been a long morning, but Dean should have known something was up when the slightly disheveled guy— with piercing blue eyes that never left Dean’s mouth and a serious case of bead head— slid a paper with his order across the counter when Dean said, “hello. How can I help you?” It was only an order for a large black coffee and a blueberry muffin.
"Comin’ right up," Dean said with his patented flirty grin and stepped back to fill the order. The man gave Dean a tight smile, and Dean filled the large foam cup then grabbed a muffin from the display. "That’ll be $2.40," Dean said as he passed the goods over, but the dark haired man already had money ready.
Dean took it but before he could count it, the man was walking away. Of course, he’d been given too much, because Fate wasn’t fond of Dean. The guy had accidentally handed him a twenty dollar bill with his $2.40.
"Sir, you gave me too much," Dean called, but the guy didn’t turn around. Shit. Dean ran after him. “Hey, you gave me too much money,” Dean said as he gripped the guy’s shoulder just as he was reaching the alley beside the shop.
Dean was flipped over the guy’s shoulder before he could register what was happening. Pain shot through his back as he hit the sidewalk, and he looked up to see the man stared down at him in confusion, as though he expected to see an ax murderer and not his barista.