Larry one shots/AUs

Dine with me

(Quick note, if you want to get the vibe of this, listen to literally any Cigarettes After Sex song. They were great for inspiration and their songs have great vibes anyway. Hope you enjoy :) )

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Time: 9:47 pm

The diner was practically empty. The plush, cherry red and snowy white striped seats were unoccupied and empty sundae glasses sat on the tables, the remnants of melted ice cream pooling at the bottom of the glass. More of a bowl than a glass, in Harry's opinion, but it had the handle of a glass, so that's what it was named. Despite his light and humorous protests with the other staff.

The sun was setting in the distance, a calm orange haze settling over the sky, the air surprisingly humid for this time at night.

Harry's shift would be over soon, and he couldn't wait to go home and just chill on his sofa, a glass of red wine in one hand and a bowl of ready salted crisps in the other, watching whatever was still on TV at that time, or whatever tickled his fancy on Netflix.

He stepped around the counter to grab the dirty glasses (bowls on a stand, thank you very much) and plates with traces of chocolate spread smeared on them from where delicious pancakes and waffles had been lapped up by excited children.

Seeing the joy on children's faces when he'd give them an ice-cream the size of their head or a beautifully smelling hot dessert made his job worth it. Yes, some days were boring or difficult, especially when he was working alone, but nothing beats those smiles and squeals.

He dunked the dishes into a bowl of hot, soapy water, letting them soak as he dried his hands as he began to wipe down the table they'd been on.

Going back into the kitchen, he heard a joyful jingle coming from the bell on top of the door to the diner. His head shot up and he immediately went into work-mode, pasting on a smile and pretending he had the slightest bit of energy left in him.

He went to the counter and saw a young man walking towards him, shoulders slouched but a friendly smile on his lips.

He was very attractive, Harry noted. Conventionally, of course. Under the bright lighting, his eyes glistened, his irises the colour of clear, blue exotic waters. He was dressed in a sleek, black suit that complimented his figure nicely (very nicely, if Harry does say so himself), clearly having come from a formal event of some kind.

His thin, rosy lips curved up at the ends, the blush at the top of his cheekbones a similar colour. His hair was fairly disheveled but not messy, as though it had been styled earlier but the wind had found its way into the dark brunet strands.

"Hi there, what can I get for you?" Harry smiled politely, praying his tone and expression wouldn't give his nerves away. He'd dealt with attractive customers before, obviously, but none that made his stomach flip quite this strong.

"Uh, hi, are you closing soon? I don't mean to intrude," the man said, his voice higher than Harry expected it to be, as he looked around at the empty seats and lack of other staff.

"Oh no, don't worry! What can I get for you?"

"Oh, okay," He smiled shyly, glancing at the menu board behind Harry, "Please could I just get a strawberry ice cream sundae?"

He looked back to Harry with gentle eyes and Harry's stomach swirled the tiniest bit. This man was unbelievably stunning, he literally looked like he had been crafted by the Gods themselves. And now he knew that his voice was silky soft, yet still somehow slightly raspy, Harry couldn't help but feel a little nervous around him. Still, he had to be confident and professional.