One Shots

♧Charlie & Kera♧

×Kera's POV×

There he was. The hot, brown, murky liquid dripping from his white shirt; the black blazer contrasting to the outfit; black, tight waisted trousers curving his thighs; the buttoned up shirt sticking to him, his assets showing through. The coffee cup sat loosely in my hand, threatening to fall, the embarrassment in my face rising, his piercing blue eyes just as shocked and horrified as mine. As if this day couldn't get any worse. My eyes fell to the ground ashamed. The coffee shop was quiet, patient, they were waiting for me to speak up. A few shaky breaths left my mouth, looking back up at his eyes, the ice cold orbs filled with disappointment.

'I- I- I am so, so, so, so s-s-sorry.' My words fumbled around like a drunk person trying to look for their keys in the dark - except worse. My hand with the coffee cup was shaking, the other hand over my mouth, my jaw dropped.

'It's okay, these things happen.' The tall figure smiled down at me, a chuckle following on from the short sentence. His velvety voice sounded calmer than I was feeling right now. 

'No, it's my fault. I should've been looking at where I was going. I'm really sorry, that suit looks really expensive…' 

'I borrowed it from a friend. I'm pretty sure it cost a lot.' Guilt rushed through my blood, my face redder than ever.

'I will buy a new suit for you! And I will tell your friend it was all my fault and that I'm extremely sorry.' A nervous expression panned through my face, his chuckle making me more confused. 

'Honestly, it's a sweet thought but it's okay. It's just some coffee. I'm sure I can get this cleaned in time to give it back to him. He won't even notice.' 

'I'm not taking no for an answer.' My determination shone through, a small smile appearing on his lips, admiration  in his eyes. 

'You're tough to convince aren't you.' 

'As I said, it was my fault.' I smiled up at him, by now the cafe had gone back to it's basic chatter. 

'Okay. If you insist.' He smiled, a satisfied grin on my face. We headed out of the small cafe situated on Downing Street. 'So how come you were in a rush?' The mystery boy asked.

'How did you know I was in a rush?'

'Well,' he shrugged before looking at me, 'you didn't see me enter the cafe and managed spilling almost all your coffee onto me… I think that's enough evidence to justify that you were in a rush.' 

'Oh.' A small laugh escaped mine and his lips. 'I was actually just caught up in my own thoughts. Moving house can be really stressful especially when you have a job to think about and you're all on your own. It's funny because I moved to New York to help my stress when really, all it's doing is making me even more stressed than I was before. Sometimes I think about my hometown and when I was little, so care free and now it's like it's eating me up inside. I feel so helpless sometimes and I get caught up in things I don't want to be in and… I realise I'm rambling. I'm so sorry.' I turned towards him as he chuckled lightly.

'It's okay honestly. It seems you have a lot on your plate right now.' 

'Yeah I do. I hardly find time for myself.' 

'Time for yourself is really important.'

'Yeah I know. I mean mentally I'm okay right now.' 

'Well you look after yourself, okay?' He smiled at me again. I thanked him and we entered the suit shop. I bought him a new suit and we walked out. 'Thank you for this. You honestly didn't have to. I would've been fine.'

'Well I'm a woman of my word. Plus I felt really guilty for ruining it.' I admitted, a chuckle escaping his lips. A moment went by when we looked into each other's eyes. 

'Hey, I know you said earlier that you hardly have time for yourself but I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me sometime.' I thought about it for a moment. Hope filled his eyes, a pleasing smile on his lips.

'I would love to. I'm actually free tomorrow night if that's okay with you.' 

'Yeah that's perfect.' We exchanged numbers, said our goodbyes and he began to walk away.

'Wait!' I said, he turned around to face me again, his hands in his pockets. 'I never got your name.' A small smile came to his lips as he looked at the ground and then back up at me.

'Charlie.' He winked before walking away. Charlie. I like that name.

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