Creative Misspellings and Rude Introductions

The word tumbled through Frank's thoughts.

Incompetent.

He knew he wasn't. It's just, sometimes, if someone you look up to calls you something bad, you start to believe it. And he hated that he looked up to Gerard. He was just a customer.

The bell at the door rang, and the first customers stepped in. It happened to be Gerard and a slightly taller and much skinnier man next to him, aviator shades and side-shaved hair making him look simultaneously a cool dude and a douche. The red head looked at Frank with a look of, Oh god, here he is and whispered something to the other man. He walked up to Frank's post.

"Morning, Frankie," Gerard said simply, the look never leaving his face. "The usual." Frank just nodded and started at the drink. He was honestly surprised he'd remembered such a complex order. He was about halfway done with the coffee when he'd realized something. Frankie? Frankie? Frankie?!? He stopped in his tracks for a moment and looked at the floor. He sucked in a sharp intake of breath and continued. He could hear chatter behind between the two.

"Wait- Did you just call him Frankie?" The aviator-clad taller one asked. Gerard sighed.

"Shit- I think I did..." He looked back at Frank. He noticed something. Frank's Starbucks apron didn't cover his back, and his jeans just so happened to outline his butt absolutely perfectly- Gerard flinched lightly, mentally pinching himself for the thoughts.

Frank brought the drink back to the counter. He noticed Gerard's disdainful glare had turned to one of awkwardness and discomfort, and he looked as if he's in a hurry to get out.
Frank turned to the other man.

"Anything for you?" He asked with his usual fake smile, placing the other drink on the counter. The man shook his head. "Ah, no thanks."

Gerard took his drink and looked at the writing. J-A-R-A-D. Oh, this is it. "Excuse me, Frank?" He said with an obvious burst of anger, his voice too pleasant to have true meaning. Frank smiled innocently.

"Is something wrong?" He saw Patrick out of the corner of his eye, desperately trying not to laugh and spill the coffee he was working on. Gerard blinked and looked down at Frank.
His voice dropped low, and his eyes were flaming with fury.

"Spell my name wrong one more time, and the apron string will be around your throat so tight your head will be in a coffee cup."

Frank just stood there silently.

Notes

(( GERARD NO