The Coffee Shop

Chapter 2: A date, or not a date?

Ashton imagine 2⃣

At your home.

{y/n = your name}

You sit at home, your cellphone in one hand, the slip of paper with Ashton's phone number in the other. You can't decide whether or not to call him. Is it bad for the girl to call the guy? Does it make you look desperate?

Well, there's no way he can contact you, as you didn't give him your phone number. You stare down at your phone screen. Taking a deep breath, you type in his number and wait.

He picks up on the 1st ring. "Hello?" He says.

"Hey," you reply. You picture him grinning as he recognises your voice, his eyes crinkling up, dimples appearing on his cheeks. "Y/n! I didn't think you'd actually call me!" He says, sounding shocked. You laugh. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know...I was pretty awkward. And I thought you'd hate me for ruining your top."

"You think you were awkward? Did you even see me? And I don't hate you for ruining a top. It's replaceable," you reply. You hear him giggle and take a deep breath. "So, uh, I guess I don't wanna be a dick and make you do my job. I already made you call me."
You hold your breath, anticipating his next words.

"Will you go out with me, y/n?"

Your face breaks into a wide smile, and you reply, "I'd love to, Ashton. I'd really really love to."

He sighs in relief and says, "Awesome. Give me your address, and I'll pick you up at 4:00 PM tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay." You give him your address, say goodbye, and hang up the phone.

And no matter what you do, you can't seem to wipe the idiotic smile off your face.

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