Dan Howell Imagines ••

Cheeky Meeting-Danisnotonfire Imagine

Ugh. Time for grocery shopping. You hate shopping, even though you love food. It's a weird relationship between you and it.

As you mindlessly wander the aisles of your local grocery shop, you're interrupted of your thoughts of how fattening Twinkies are when some guy rams his cart into yours. Your cart rolls out of your hand and hits the person in front of you's cart, causing a chain reaction. Looking up at the guy you expected to be an old grandpa who's lost, you actually see this cute guy around your age with deep brown eyes and a fringe. His lips are pursed in frustration and embarrassment. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Sorry. My roommate wanted to try something new so he wanted to make butter chicken so he asked me to pick up some pilau rice, which is usually on the bottom shelf, so I went to grab It but it was actually some Greek rice, so I bumped into by accident. So, Uhm, sorry. " He rambles, nervously.

"It's ok. I'm such a clutz I'm actually surprised it wasn't me. Here" you say grabbing a bag of the rice and handing it to him. "You know I'm actually half brown, and my Pilau rice is much better than the packaged one." You say, flirting. He was cute. Nice eyes, a cute accent, and chestnut straight locks.

"Oh. Uhm well sounds like you can cook." He answers awkwardly. You can tell he isn't good at this whole 'flirting' concept. "I'm Dan, btw." "(Y/N)."
You decide to be plain hard to get. Smirking you say, "Well my parking meter is gunna run out soon so I better get going. Nice meeting you Dan." You say biting your lip. As you walk away you can't help but thank yourself for wearing those leggings today.

Why are the cheaper maple cookies always up top? They put the damn $9 ones right in front of your face so you can't reach the cheaper ones. Not to mention being actually short for your age helps a lot. You go on your tip toes and try to reach it, as high up as it. Suddenly you hear a familiar voice behind you.
"You shouldn't be doing all that stretching in those leggings today
(Y/N), you've got some googly eyes on you."
You're grinning as you see Dan standing behind you. He reaches up and grabs the cookies for you. You blush. "Thanks."
"You like sweets? Know any Indian sweets I could tell my roommate to make tonight?"
"That he could make...? No. Indian desserts are hard, especially for a bunch of white British boys" you say laughing. He laughs also. Continuing your 'mysterious hard to get' image you start to turn your cart around to leave and say "Thanks for the sweet cookies." You say biting your lip. He wasn't ready for the flirting, and again blushes hard, saying awkwardly "yes Uhm yea. See you around" as you feel his brown eyes boring into your back (or maybe backside ;).

Minutes later you see him again, trying to hide from your view behind a rack of cereal. It didn't work, you saw him loud and clear, and already loved how he kept pursuing you. You walk towards him, and he pretends to be looking at cereals.
"You know, if you're gunna follow me in a very cute way, Atleast try to hide better."
"Oh Uhm, I was just looking for a good cereal, you know, can't be too lazy to look for the fibre content," he says smirking and blushing at himself getting caught and you can tell he's cursing himself for saying something so stupid.
You chuckle. "Fibre? I thought you liked sweet?" You say biting your lip again. You really did like this boy. And damn he was cute.
You wanted to change your stance by moving your hand off the cart to your hip, but accidentally knocked over the set of oranges. Well you really are a klutz. As all the oranges clutter down you and some others plus many staff members start piling them back up. After the oranges are back in there box, you look around but see that sadly Dan has left. Aw-you think to yourself. I really liked him. You walk to the cashier.
As you're putting your items on the thing for the girl to scan them, you see a box of cereal in your cart. But you didn't get cereal. Must of fell in when I was busy knocking over oranges...and loosing boys-you think to yourself. Wait, there's writing on it. "You seem really nice, and I think you're beautiful. -Dan. (His Phone Number).

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