Michael's Point of View
The plan was simple. Walk up to her and say hi then introduce yourself while not looking like an idiot. Shit! She's gone and now I have to go to work without having asked this beautiful woman out on one stupid date that would show her that I'm not a total klutz. Uhm, okay. Plan B? There's no plan B. Christ. Even Scott and Stiles had a plan B but here I am, looking like an idiot in a donut store. I should have to calm down just a bit. Fuck! When did asking a pretty girl out get so hard? Then again, she's more than that. Her smile is so contagious and I doubt she's told that enough. It's like she lights up a room without even knowing it because everything is suddenly duller without her. God, I sound like a creep.
I drop my head on the table before deciding to go and order. Today is not my day at all. I look up and see her coming my way with all her beauty in its radiant abundance and all I can do is smile and wave like a penguin in a zoo. I move to get out of my seat because I'm a gentleman but she waves me off and just plops in the chair in front of me. It was then that I heard her voice for the first time and my brain shut down in an instant.
"Hi, I'm Y/N."
And I was fucked with those three words but managed to let my name slip past my lips.
"Hey, I'm Michael. You're insanely beautiful, like my brain shut down when I saw you walking over here and I should probably stop talking."
And I thought I fucked it up until I heard a sound more angelic than angels singing. Her laugh.
Fuck
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Hope this gave you an idea pietromaximoffwife
Also. This is how I am currently trying not to feel for someone atm but double update bc I've been awol for too long.
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