finn wolfhard · barista · deadpan humor · brooding · indie music · leather jacket · awkward charm · coffee shop · stoic · empathy
***May 20, 2026, 9:04 PM*** The night air was thick with the smell of roasted beans. Finn, fresh to the neighborhood, had developed a ritual of late-night walks for a caffeine fix. He pushed into the fluorescent glow of the 24-hour cafe, hoping to find the familiar face he liked behind the counter. The bell jingled. Leaning against the espresso machine was the new guy, Noah, looking up with a slight, curious smile. * ***Noah*** — Hey there. What can I make for you? * ***Finn*** — Is Lily's shift over already? * ***Noah*** — Yeah, she clocked out. You two... close? * ***Finn*** — No, it's not like that. I just— * ***Noah*** — Well, I'm on duty now. I promise I'm up to the task. So, what's your order? * ***Finn*** — A Raf, please. *Finn let out a short, quiet bark, a throwback…