Call Me Maybe?

Pairing: Spamano

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The shift at the pizza restaurant was going too slow for Lovino's liking. He sighed and glanced at the time; not even an hour had passed yet and he just couldn't wait for his shift to end so he could get home.

It was boring; the place wasn't even busy and he had nothing to do. It was a Friday night and he didn't understand where everyone was. Then again, in his opinion, this place wasn't the best place in the world. He, personally, would never bring a girl here on a date. It was just… he shuddered a little at the thought.

He heard voices outside the restaurant and he glanced up to see who had dared approach this dire location. Three males stood outside the building; one with wavy blond hair, one with an egotistical smirk and red eyes and the last male was tanned with green eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes; probably friends coming home from a drunken night out and wanting pizza after wards. Great.

He heard arguing outside. The red-eyed male was declaring something about his pizza being the most awesome… or some shit like that. The blond was laughing at him and the tanned one just looked like he was in his own dream land. Lovino raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and continued with his doodles on a left behind receipt.

The door finally opened and the tanned male walked in. Lovino could tell that he had had quite a lot to drink; he could barely keep in a straight line and he was giggling to himself under his breath.

He eventually reached the counter and leaned against it. He reached into his pocket for his wallet, fumbling with it for a few seconds before pulling out a twenty and placing it on the counter.

"Three large pizzas, por favor!" he stated with a goofy smile. Lovino rolled his eyes, muttering to himself in Italian as he watched the Spanish man before him lean on the counter as he attempted to hold himself upright. Classy.

He took the twenty and charged him the correct amount before handing him the change. He gave the order to the kitchen then went back to the counter. The Spaniard glanced up at him and those olive green eyes twinkled happily. Lovino chose to ignore him and continue with his doodles.

"Hola!" The Spaniard grinned and tilted his head again, "Lovino, huh? Pretty name!"

"Whatever," Lovino shrugged and continued with drawing. His uncaring attitude didn't seem to put the other off though, as the tanned male continued to speak.

"I'm Antonio!" he stated happily. Lovino just nodded, "Yeah… um… I don't care."

"Aww, but I'm sure you dooo!" Antonio beamed at him. Though drunk, his words were not slurred and Lovino could understand him fine, but his accent was rather heavy. The Italian shook his head, "No, I really don't. Do you see all these fucks here?"

"What fucks?"

"Exactly."

Antonio pouted and leaned a little closer to the Italian, causing Lovino to lean back in return. "Get the hell back!" he snapped, pushing Antonio away from him. The Spaniard pouted again and leaned back again but still held on to the counter for support. He dug around in his pocket again and retrieved something else. He held it in his hand for a little while before extending his hand to Lovino.

"Hey…"

"What now?"

"I just met you…"

"No shit."

"And… this is crazy," he took Lovino's hand and deposited the paper there. "But here's my number…"

Lovino's eye twitched in irritation, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"So call me maybe?"

"Take your pizzas and get the hell out."