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prompt: you're having a bad day and Emma took the last pint of your favorite ice cream flavor.
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It had been a bad day to say the least.
You had spilled coffee all over your favorite shirt when you woke up, your cat tripped you and made you fall on your face, which resulted in you needing to cover a bruise on your forehead.
That wasn't even the start of it either, as you made your way to work, there was construction and you had to take a detour that ended up making you an hour late to work.
Being late made your boss yell at you and that only fueled your bad mood.
All throughout the day, bad things had happened so you were looking forward to getting home with some ice cream and the tv, but alas, you ran out of your favorite ice cream. Groaning, you got up again, put the shoes back on your sore feet and made your way to the store to grab the one thing keeping you sane at the moment.
You walked down the aisles of the frozen desserts, searching for your favorite one, only to see a short brunette grab the last pint of it from the freezer.
You wanted to scream.
Punch the glass doors.
Something to let your anger out.
But instead, you gained composure and walked over to the girl. Maybe she would be willing to give it up.
How does one approach someone with this question though?
Your social skills weren't the best and this was definitely one of those times when you wished you weren't so socially awkward.
"You know that brand has their own cows they milk to make the ice cream."
Yes, confuse the girl with a random fact. Good going, Y/n.
"Oh, I didn't know that. I guess that makes them better than the others."
Holy shit, her accent. Why did this woman have to be so gorgeous? It only made it more difficult to talk to her.
'Come on, Y/n. Stop being gay and focus on the task at hand', you said to yourself.
"Yeah, that's actually my favorite flavor. I'd say it was one of the best they make."
Yes make her want to buy it even more.
"Is this your polite way of saying you want it?", the woman giggled.
"Sorry, I'm way too awkward. It's been a bad day and I was really looking forward to having that ice cream.", you said, pointing to the pint in the shorter woman's hand.
"I could tell from the moment I saw your coffee stained shirt you would need this more.", the brunette smiled and handed over the pint of ice cream.
"here."
"You are an angel, you know that?"
She blushed and looked down, her hair covering her face in attempt to hide the blush.
"I wouldn't say that. I'm Emma by the way."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
Oh shit, did you say that out loud?
Fuck.
"I-I am so sorry, I didnt mean to say that out loud." You stuttered out quickly in attempts to make yourself not sound like a creep.
Emma's blush deepened.
"It's fine, you're quite beautiful yourself."
Your face was flushed a deep red. Your brain was scattered, you were pretty sure you were having a gay panic attack right now. It was way too late for this.
"Do you want to share this? Since it's the last one?"
"Only if you tell me your name."
"Y/n", you breathed out, holding your hand out to her to shake. The moment your hands touched you about died right there in the middle of the frozen food section. Her hands were so soft and you swear you felt a shock of electricity.
"Well it's nice to meet you, Y/n. Let's get out of here before the ice cream melts."
And that's how you met your fiance.
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I'm writing this late into the night so if it sucks, I apologize. I just felt like posting and I loved the prompt.
