Monster (Vincent x Reader)

First Date

Chapter Twenty-One
Warning: contains alcohol

You and Vincent enter the Starbucks close to your home. You both decided to spend the day to yourself, just the two of you. Ina had things to to, and was happy for you two to have a day-off of...well, everything.

There was a blond woman who was the barista, who kept undressing Vincent with her eyes. You two went to the counter to order, as she came running to take your orders.

"Hello~! May I take your order~?" She said seductively. She pushed her upper arms to make her cleavage poke out. You looked at her, burning holes into her skull.
"Uhm.." Vincent looked at the menu, unaware of the flirty barista/cashier. "Venti Maple Macchiato...?"
She giggled, "Hot or cold?"
"Uh, hot."
"What's your name~?"
"Vincent."

When she looked at you, her smile dropped, leaning on the counter and blew bangs out of her hair, "And you?"
You silently scoffed, but then you smiled sickly sweet. "One venti White hot chocolate hon."
"Name?"
"(Y/n)."
"Kay."

She skipped away, getting your drinks ready. You mumbled to Vincent, "She's such a dirty-"

"(Y/n), we're in public." Vincent chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
"Didn't you see her eye-raping you?!" You whisper-yelled. He laughed slightly louder.
"Nah, I was still lost in your eyes."
You pushed him slightly, giggling and blushing.

"Hey!" The same barista said to you. "Don't push my future away!" She shoved the beverages to the two of you.
You smirked as you grabbed the drinks. Clutching to Vincent's arm, "Oh but honey it's already out of your hands."

And the two of you walked out, followed behind you were fits of laughter from the other employees and customers.

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"Jeez, (Y/n), was she really that bad?" Vincent laughed, as he took a bite out of his steak.
You giggled, "Yeah. You won't believe the things that blond bimbo knows." You twirled your fork around your spaghetti.

It was about 6:30, you and Vincent had decided to go on a proper date. And if you made it more specific, a first date.
"So...tell me about yourself." Vincent gazed to you. What should you tell him?

"A..ahm..My name is (Y/F/N), I'm 22, my birthday is (Your birthday), I'm...not all that annoying once you get to know me, ahaha, I- I like a man named Vincent Cawthon. Like, a lot. My favourite colour is (colour), I like to (hobby) and (hobby). I'm literally questioning our existence, I read manga and I watch anime. I'm a closeted nerd, and I think that the 21st Century is really...really."

(A/N: Whoa, fill in the blanks much ? XD)

"Really...?" He waited for you to finish the sentence.

"Just really," you laughed, "Now tell me about you, Vincent."

For just a moment, you saw Vincent's eye twitch, and his body stiffened.
"We-well I- My name is Vincent Cawthon, I'm 23, I've had a dark childhood," He paused, "'Cause that's what the ladies love," you rolled your eyes. "Anyways, I like toast, like a lot. But not as much as I like this girl (Y/n). My favourite colour is purple, and I go to the gym every now and then, and I go jogging every morning. I'm pretty hot- If you ask me."

Both of you stayed silent for the next few minutes, just giggling every now and then when a waiter would mess up something.

"You done?" A girl smiled, looking more to Vincent than you.

"Yeah," He said, smiling back at her. You grunted, and she huffed. Taking the dishes back to the kitchen, Vincent leaned over the table and held your cheek in his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. When the girl came back, she handed you two the check.