Warm Hands (Moon-Jo x OC Coffee Shop AU)

Warm Hands

**A/N this is just PURE FLUFF, no trigger warnings, it's very very cute and squeeee and Moon-Jo is pretty OOC just saying but you might find a few references if you're sharp. Love u xoxo**

There's only one thing worse than working at a coffee shop---working at a coffee shop while all of your friends are out enjoying their night.

Even though she isn't technically allowed, Y/N has been sneaking glances at her phone throughout her shift. The constant Instagram stories and groupchat texts showing everyone at the pub crawl make her green with envy. But hey, you need the money, she tells herself. You couldn't afford to go out on the pub crawl anyways.

It's a chilly night, below zero, and the snow is falling softly outside. Luckily the atmosphere inside the café is warm. There aren't many people left there; the students who usually study with their Macbooks and Airpods are long gone. A lone couple sits in the corner, chatting in whispers. An older woman is seated at the couch by the fake hearth and reading a book. Y/N taps her fingers on the counter and sighs.

"Everything ok, Y/N?" her manager asks.

Y/N nods. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay." Even the manager is suited up to leave, already with her coat and scarf on. "Well, we're only open for another hour, so I'm going to head out. You remember the code for the security alarm, right?"

"Yup," Y/N replies, and her manager smiles.

"Alright! Thanks Y/N! See you tomorrow!" She exits through the front door, a draft of cold flowing in.

Y/N doesn't even want to think about tomorrow, when her current shift isn't yet done.

Since no one is around, she bends down under the pretense of organizing the cupboards, but she's really taking a look at her phone again. Everyone is drunk-texting in the group chat now. She bites her lip and sighs. I don't even have enough energy to join them later.

She puts her phone into her apron and pops up, turning around to meet the eyes of a tall, handsome stranger. He's wearing a long black pea coat over a grey turtleneck, and black pants. No gloves, she notices right away. He must be cold.

"Hi," Y/N says, quickly turning on her customer service voice. "I'm so sorry, I didn't hear the door. What can I get for you?"

"Just a medium coffee, please," the stranger says politely. His voice is slow and melodic. It matches his eyes in a way, they're so...hypnotic. Sleepy. Y/N is taken aback by his good looks and stutters out her response.

"Oh... okay... anything there? I mean...anything in there? In it?"

The stranger smiles. "Black is fine."

"Alright. Anything else?"

"No."

Y/N rings up the total. "It'll be $2.75."

He hands her a $5.00 bill, their fingers briefly brushing. Cold passes from his hand to hers.

"Thank you." She turns to make it and then looks back. "Oh, and a name?"

"My name?" he asks, looking confused.

"Yeah, for your drink." Y/N giggles. "I guess it doesn't matter since you're like the only person here, but it's a custom."

"Ahh." He looks into her eyes with his intense gaze. "Moon-Jo."

Y/N's never heard a name like that. She asks him to repeat, and he does, but she's still unsure. He smiles and takes the cup and Sharpie marker from her, the cold of his long, pale fingers once again jolting her senses.