𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 (nikixreader)

The confession..kinda?~12

Y/n pov

We've been sitting in Ni-ki's car for almost an hour now. It's so awkward that I can't even explain how awkward it is...did that even make any sense?

"Grams should be here any minute now!" Ni-ki claimed for the fifth time.

To free me from a the boredom, and awkwardness, I open my phone.

3 new messages

I literally couldn't care less who it is. I have an excuse to not just stare at my shoes in awkward silence.

Felix💛

Hey y/n, could we meet somewhere?

I tried to call, but ig your busy

Get back to me when you can :)

Hey, I'm free right
now actually!

Okay technically I'm not
but pls come save me.

Lol, where are you?

"Ni-ki where are we?" I ask in a hurry, so I can text felix back.

"Uhh, I don't know just check your snap location or something."

"Wh- you don't know where we are?! Isn't your grandma supposed to be meeting us- did you make that up? Have we been sitting here for the past hour, and a half for absolutely nothing?!"
I didn't mean to, but I shouted at him.

I mean this dude made us sit here for nothing. Didn't even let me have the aux! I have every right to raise my voice!

"No she is! Really! I.N tell her."
He taps jeongin to get his attention.

"I'm not saying you're lying, but grams is never this late. She probably just forgot, bro." He says patting his olders shoulder.

"Okay well I'm going, see you guys later." I get out with a huff, and before Ni-ki can say anything I slam the car door.

As I'm walking to the nearest cafe, I text Felix back my location. I've made it to a small coffee shop. I have a seat at a booth, and wait for him.

Just ten minutes later I see a familiar blonde walk in. When he spots me he smiles, and walks my way.

"Hey, thanks for meeting me." He says, still smiling while sitting down in front of me.

"Ah, it was no problem. Did you have something you needed to tell me?"

"Actually-" his sentence was cut off by a young waitress approaching us.

"Hi! Are you two ready to order?"
She said with a kind smile. Obviously fake, but money is money.

"I'll just have an iced americano, please." I tell her.

"And, for you?" She looks Felix up, and down.

What the heck? Who looks at someone like that? He's not a museum artifact.
She doesn't have to stare.