♡ twelve ♡

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"Medium, black." He ordered, handing me his card. I looked at him and smiled. "Anything else for you, sir?" I asked with an innocent tilt of my head, but I already began cashing him out since I already knew the answer.
He picked up his brown gaze to look at me, and I felt my heart beat out of my chest at his sharp, handsome gaze. He warmly shook his head. "No." He answered. I grinned and turned, beginning to make his cup of coffee. I put a lid on it, then grabbed the pen that was on my apron. I drew a little heart on his cup and smiled at my creation. I then put my pen back and turned, handing him his coffee.
He looked at the little heart on my cup and gave me a soft smile. "Cute." He muttered.
I grinned and placed my hands on the desk, leaning closer to him. "I would've put your nameee~" I cooed. He looked at me and his smile faded. Then he simply turned and walked to his table. I grinned and put my hand up to my mouth.

I hate to admit that this asshole is somehow taking my heart.

No, don't fall in love Y/N. You hardly know him.

While he sat at his table, I watched him. I then decided to do something. I grabbed my phone and texted him.

Y/N:
heyyy

My heart started skipping when I saw him grab his phone. He sipped his coffee and opened my message, then started texting back with one hand. He didn't even look at me.

???:
Yes, barista?

I grinned and spinned smoothly side to side like a cheesy high schooler in love.

Y/N:
date 3? I still haven't gotten your nameeeee

???:
That's your end goal, I see.
Alright. Where are you planning?

Y/N:
ummm, your choice this time.

???:
Hm. I'll figure it out.

Y/N:
YAY sooo pick me up at 6:30?

???:
Alright. I suggest you continue working before you lose your job.

Y/N:
yeah yeah yeah 🙄🙄🙄

I grinned wide and looked over at him. He didn't look at me, just put his phone away and looked at his laptop.
I stared at him. How does he manage to not look at me? He's doing that purposely, to drive me crazy.
I narrowed my eyes. Game on, asshole.

Finally finally finally! I'm home and it's 6:10! I grinned and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I'm so excited for tonight!
Not that I like him, or anything.

I debated whether to keep my hair up or to put it down. I decided on keeping it down, putting my hair tie on my wrist just in case though.
After fixing my hair, I looked at myself.
Did I want to put on make up?
I tilted my head and eyed my face in the mirror. My E/C eyes were shinning and my S/C skin was pretty clean. I decided that I didn't need make up today.

I then skipped into my room and approached my closet. I decided to wear a simple grey shirt and black sweats, I didn't want to go too fancy today..

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I went to my kitchen and leaned against my counter, snacking on some m&ms and watching youtube while I waited for him.
I tried to keep my mind off him.. Because everytime I thought of him, I got butterflies. I have no idea why.

Dammit, now I have butterflies.

I waited and waited, mindlessly listening to the video. That's when I saw his message appear above the video, and it wrote. "I'm outside."

I grinned and instantly grabbed my stuff, then ran out my apartment.

I went outside and saw him again, and my heart started fluttering. He was wearing a black sweater along with some black jeans. His brown eyes locked on me and he flashed me a subtle smile. I grinned and skipped over to him. "Why hello, regular." I said. "Hello barista." He said.

I smirked and leaned down a little, putting my arms behind my back. "Whattt, not gonna open the door for me like every other gentlemen?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes and opened his door. "What, you too incompetent to do it yourself?" He asked, teasingly eying me up and down. I laughed and flipped him off, then went to the other side of the car and opened the door, sitting in shotgun.

He began driving, and I softly bounced in my seat. I saw him side glance at me and look back at the road. "You seem happy." He said. I grinned and looked at him. "I am! Where are we going?" I asked. He looked at his mirrors and made a turn. "You'll see when we get there." He muttered, half to himself.

I looked out the window and tried to figure out where he was taking me. I didn't know the streets all that well yet, since I've only lived in the city for almost 6 months. The city was big, and there was still some getting used to.

I then turned to him. "Hey regular?" I asked. "Hmm?" He answered, staring at the road.
I felt my face growing warmer. "Uh, thank you for the other night. I wasn't feeling like myself." I said, looking out the window again.
"I think you were being yourself. You were exploring a new part of yourself that's been hidden away." He explained, eyes locked on the road.
I blushed more. "Oh. I didn't think that... Hunger, I felt was normal." I said shyly, softly kicking my feet.
He looked out his window, making a turn. "You still have a lot more to experience than just fingers, darling." He mumbled.
The moment he said that, my fingers dug into my seat softly, and my I felt my body growing ablaze. I eyed my legs, and saw that they naturally closed again, then crossed.
Oh god... It's happening again.

"We're here." He said.
I looked up from my legs and saw that we we're at an arcade with a bowling alley.

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