Sad and cute Why Don't We imagines ||COMPLETED||

Target pt. 2//J.M.

I ran my hand through my hair, sighing as I started editing another picture.

Across the cafe, a group of girls came in, they looked around my age. They were laughing and showing each other things on their phones, they all wore skimpy outfits and had their hair carefully done.

I let out another sigh. This was probably what their weekends looked like, while mine consisted of going through the photo editing I couldn't get finished over the week.

I forced myself to look back down at the computer screen and continue my work. If I was lucky I would get this finished today so I could sleep tomorrow.

"Hey dear, you need anything else?"

I looked up to see the older waitress, I gave her a smile small, "could I get some more coffee?"

The woman nodded and shuffled off to fulfill my request.

"You'll work yourself to death one of these days."

I shifted my eyes from my computer once again, there was the same mousy brown haired boy with those bright greenish blue eyes. I tilted my head again, it had been well over three months since I had seen this guy and now he suddenly shows up again?

"Mind if I sit?" I glanced around to see if his friends were hiding somewhere in the shop, "don't worry, they aren't here."

"Uh, sure." I moved my bag from in front of me so he could sit, he shot me a small smile and took his place at the table.

"Thanks."

"You haven't been here in a while."

"Oh, are you stalking me now?" He smirked a little, a teasing glint appearing in his colorful eyes.

"What, no, I uh, just thought I'd look out for you." I could feel the heat rising in my face.

"It's okay, I mean, I was watching you when you came in here for a while."

The older woman came back and sat my coffee down, "would you like anything, hun?"

"Uh, just a regular mocha with a little extra sugar, please?" The woman nodded and left again.

"So, where were you?" I asked the boy, taking a sip of my drink.

"I was gone for this small thing for work."

"What do you do?"

"Uh, I just travel a lot..."

"Your job is traveling?"

"Yeah..."

"Funny, seriously, what do you do?"

"My friends and I...we, uh," he glanced around nervously. "We have our own clothing company."

"Clothing."

"Yep. We make clothes. That's us."

"And this job requires you to travel a lot?"

"Well, you see, they come with a special touch. We believe it means more if we...hand deliver them..."

"Uh huh? Tell me..." I trailed off, moving my hands a little to show that I had yet to hear what his name was.

"Jonah."

"Okay, tell me, Jonah, what's the name of your clothing company?"

"Uh, it's still in the making."

"So it doesn't have a name?"

"It does, it's just not really public yet..."

"Okay, companies have to start somewhere, what's the name? I might be a potential buyer."