Queen/BoRhap Imagines

Coffee With The Bassist-John

I walk into a coffee shop, its a new local place called "The Brew". I always like to try to support small businesses, It makes me feel good. A man with a ginger-ish perm and pale face caught my eye as I approached the counter. "What can I get for you today, ma'am?" The barista asks, forcing me to break my gaze. "Uh, I'll have a Venti Chai Latte, thank you." I say, grabbing my wallet. "Okay, your total is $4.65." She says with a cheery and bright voice. I hand her my card, looking back over to the man.

He's reading Animal Farm...Damn. This man is amazing. I think, before I'm interrupted by a "Here you go miss, your latte. Have a great day!" I smile, "Thank you!" And walk over to where the man is sitting. "May I join you?" He looks up from his book. "Uh..uhm..yes, yes of course!" He stutters. Awww he's so cute I love him.

"I'm y/n, and you are..?" I ask, taking a sip of my latte. "Oh! I'm uhh...John. John Deacon." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Lovely to meet you. I'm sorry, you caught my eye when I came in. I happened to notice you were reading Animal Farm, that's my favorite book." I remark. "Really? Mine too. Have you ever heard of Pink Floyd? Because they recently came out with an album that's based on the book." He states, my eyes widen. "I need to go get that record then, I can't believe I haven't heard it yet. Whats the album called?"

"Animals."

"Awesome, thank you!"

"Anytime."

There's an awkward silence. Shit shit shit shit shit. "So what do you do for a living?" I ask, taking another sip. "I'm a bassist, I play for a band called Queen." I nearly spit out my drink. "You're...wait..I- my friend loves your band, I didn't think you were the John that she talks about all the time. Wow...I'm sorry I didn't even recognize you." I exclaim nervously. He gives a bright smile that makes me absolutely melt. "It's okay. I'm not really one for publicity, anyways." He says, and I remember how shy he is.

I couldn't help but notice his dazzling eyes, they were a dark blue. And incredibly beautiful. I mean gorgeous. Stunning.

"So, what about you? What do you do?" He resumes the conversation. "I work at the pub down the road. It's draining but I meet new people every night. It also pays surprisingly well. It's enough for me and my roommate to pay rent and get groceries and stuff."

"What's your roommates name?"

"Cindy. Yeah, she's really sweet."

Awkward silence comes again, for what seems like the millionth time.

"Come on." He says, grabbing my arm, coffees in hand as he drags me out of the coffee shop. "What- where are we going?!" I yell. "You'll see!" He says, dragging me through a huge crowd of people.

We shortly show up at a record store...what the...

"Wait here." He says, going inside. I wait on a bench, sipping my latte and wondering the fuck is he doing in there? A quickie? The fuck.

He came running out a bag in hand. He seems to have ditched his coffee. "John Deacon explain yourself right no-" he cuts me off with a kiss. So soft and sweet and pure like no other kiss I've had before. He pulled away, lifting the bag so it was eye level to me. "Got the animals album. Thought we could listen to it together and you can take this copy home?" He says, acting as though he didn't just kiss a girl he met half an hour ago.

"That...I'd love that." I say, a bit flustered.

"Brilliant. My flat is just a few blocks away. Let's go."

Heyyy sorry this one is a little shorter. 635 words