101 Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Cafe of Love

Cafe of Love

I watch an attractive, young man walk into the cafe. I wipe my hands on my apron and walk over to the man, who sat down in a booth. I pulled my notepad out from the pocket in my apron.

“Can I help you?” I asked the stranger. He looks up from the menu with gorgeous brown eyes. I almost lost myself in his eyes. Luckily he started to speak, which pulled me out of my trance.

“Umm… I’ll have a coffee,” the man tells me. I nod and scribble onto my notepad. Then I walk back to the counter. I can’t help, but notice that the man keeps staring at me. I try not to look, but I can’t help myself. His perfect dirty blond hair swayed to the side. His long fingers playing with his lips every now and then. He’s the only one in the cafe, so I pour his coffee right away and bring it to him. I place it in front of him and then turn to walk away as quickly as possible.

“Thank you,” I hear a british accent say. I turn back around and smile at the blond man.

“You’re welcome,” I reply, then I turn around again to walk away, but he begins to talk again.

“You know you are very beautiful,” the man tells me. I again, turn to look at him.

“Well, thank you,” I say. The man looks around the room, noticing no one else.

“Why don’t you sit down for a bit,” the man said. I shrugged and then sat down in front of the man in the booth. “I’m Thomas, by the way,”

“(Y/N),” I tell Thomas. He smiles and I can’t help myself, but smile too. We talk for hours, every so often someone would come in and I'd serve them, but otherwise we talked the entire time.

“You know I never met anyone like you,” Thomas tells me after about two hours of talking and laughing.

“Really? Now what makes me different than the others?” I ask Thomas. Thomas tilts his head and a thinking look comes across his face.

“I don’t know,” he says simply after a long time of awkward silence. I scoff at him.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” I say kind of loud and rude. Thomas just shrugs with a smirk on his face.

“You just have a different personality than most of the people I know,” Thomas admits to me.

“Are these people women?” I ask him, knowing he’s talking about people he’s dated.

“Umm… Yeah,” Thomas says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. I giggle at his awkwardness. “It’s just that I’m sick of the kind of woman I’ve been with recently. I need a change. I need someone new,” Thomas tells me. I can see a faint blush come across Thomas’ cheeks.

“Well, I hope you find her,” I say. Wow, that was really dumb. He was talking about me, wasn't he. I hear Thomas sigh with defeat.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, trying my hardest to change the subject.

“Umm… Sure,” Thomas says. Then he picks up the menu and continues. “I’ll have some eggs, sunny side up please,” Thomas tells me. I quickly whip up some eggs and start to back out of the two swinging doors. Then I turn and run into someone. The eggs hit the person’s shirt and I slip, falling to the floor.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” I repeat over and over again, trying to clean up the mess. Then I notice the person drop to his knees in front of me. I glance up to see how angry the man is. I realize it’s Thomas. And instead of anger, a smile covers his face.

“Thomas, I’m so sorry,” I say, picking up the plate from the ground. Then I feel Thomas’ hands hold mine. I look up at him and he leans in. I mimic his actions. Then I feel his soft lips against mine.