Flowers and Ink~A Phan Fic

Coffee Shop

Dans P.O.V-

I closed my shop and locked it, getting my things and walking home. My shop wasn't far from home but I decided that I didn't want to take that 'long' walk just yet. I think I'll go to the coffee shop and just chill for a bit, drink some coffee, browse the internet on my phone, normal things you'd do at a cafe.

I walked to the coffee shop and waited in the surprisingly short line to order my drink. When I got to the front the barista said, "Hi! How may I help you?" My eyes scanned over the menu and I finally decided on my drink. Once I had told the barista my order, I went to an empty booth and sat, breathing in the aroma of the blends and spices used in the small shop.

I don't know what it was but the coffee shop always seemed to give me a sense of happiness. I don't know, it might just be my inner hipster kicking in.

I pulled out my phone and started to scroll through Tumblr, emitting the occasional laugh at a weirdly funny post I happened to come across. And in what seemed like no time at all, the Barista had called my name so I could go up and retrieve my drink.

I did so and sat back down, resuming my mindless tumblr browsing. I felt a sense of serenity at the dead coffee shop. It was only just me there and that seemed to put me at ease. But that sense didn't last long as I soon heard the familiar bell of the door opening to the shop and I heard someone's footsteps stride in.

I took the daring initiative to glance quickly up from my phone to see who had walked in. Upon seeing who it was, I hurriedly turned my attention back to my phone, a blush appearing on my cheeks.

Phil, you just had to come here didn't you? Sigh, fate could be such a mysterious thing.

I heard Phil order his drink with ease, giving off the impression that he had been to this exact coffee shop before. Well, now that I think about it, he probably has been here quiet a lot.

"Okay!" I heard the barista respond, an obvious flirtatious tone in her voice. My stomach seemed to tie itself in knots at her being so flirty towards Phil. Wait. Was I jealous? Goodness me, I was jealous!

My face burned a bright red as I heard soft footsteps approach me. "This seat taken?" Phil asked. "Um, no." I answered, thinking of how there was literally nobody here and that he could literally sit anywhere he wanted.

I took a sip of my drink and put on my 'cool' facade to match his. I put my phone on the table and looked at Phil as he sat down. He already had his drink somehow so we spent a couple of minutes in silence before I noticed something that made me say, "That girl put her number on your cup, you know that?" Phil looked at the cup and said, "Oh, I suppose she did."

"So I suspect that you'll be ringing her up?" I asked casually, trying my hardest to not let my jealousy show.

"No, I don't think so. I'd much rather ring up a particular other person that gave me their number." He said, sending me a wink.

Because of my flustered state, I didn't really understand what he meant by that so I stupidly said, "Bloody hell, you get a lot of numbers." Phil just laughed and rolled his eyes. Only then did I realize what he meant. "Oh." I mouthed. "You meant me."

A bright red flushed my cheeks as I hid my face in my hands in embarrassment. "Of course I meant you, silly." Phil giggled. I slowly removed my hands from my face to reveal a grin.

I checked the time on my phone and realized that there was less than five minutes before the coffee shop closed. I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Well, I guess I better get going..."

"Wait! I mean- hold on just a second. Um, could I perhaps treat you to a movie? I mean- if you want. There's this brilliant horror film playing in like 30 minutes if you want to go." Phil said, stumbling on his words. I smiled and nodded. "I'd love that." I told him.

A wide grin grew on his face as he stood up. "Perfect! Shall we go?" He asked. I just gave him a smile and we left the shop.

If I'm being completely honest, I don't really like scary movies. They scared the living hell out of me which was expected because that's what they're supposed to do, hence the name. But I couldn't say no to Phil offering to take me to a movie, you feel me?

We walked to the theatre seeing as though it was right down the street. "Thank you." I said. Phil looked at me and cocked his head to the side. "For-?" He asked. "I don't know, inviting me to the cinema with you?" I said, my statement coming out as more of a question than originally intended. Phil laughed so I guess he took that to be sarcasm. My voice tends to do that: always sound sarcastic. But I couldn't help it! I was just a naturally sarcastic person! I just hid it behind the flowers and the pastel clothes, people wouldn't suspect anything unhappy about me that way.

Truth was, Phil was what I aspired to be; hardcore, open, cool. But I wasn't anything like that. I was 'girly' and bright and the total opposite of cool. Adorable, maybe, but not cool. Now, I'm happy with the way I look and my job and everything about myself but sometimes all of the flowers and bright colors get dull, sometimes I just need dark things in my life. But as of now, I'll stick with the pastel and the flowers and continue to hide behind the facade of my 'bubbly' personality.

"Well, it's no problem. It's my pleasure, actually." Phil said warmly.

We continued our walk to the theatre in comfortable silence, every now and then asking each other random questions about each other such as "What's your favorite animal?" or "How long have you been working at the flower shop?" The latter obviously being asked by Phil.

Because of our little fire-off question game, I found out that he was actually a lot more bright and cheery than me which just goes to show that appearances can be deceiving (very deceiving in this case). All together, we were quiet compatible personality-wise even if our question game made it apparent that I'm nothing like how my appearance suggest.

It seemed to me that every single answer Phil provided me made my heart beat a little faster and made me swoon over him even more. To me, he seemed perfect. The way he got flustered if he said anything flirty and how his eyes lit up when I asked him a question that he could answer passionately to just made me- ugh, I can't even describe the way it made me feel. But if I were to try, I'd say it made me feel as though I were a young teen, perhaps a fifteen year old, with a schoolgirl-type crush. You know that feeling you get when you walk by your crush in the hallway or when you get assigned to do a project with someone you fancy and your heart beats just a little faster and your cheeks heat with just the thought of being close to them? Yeah, Phil made me feel like that.

The only bad thing with having these types of feelings towards someone is not knowing if they return the emotions you have for them. I couldn't determine if he fancied me as much as I fancied him upon talking. I knew he fancied me over my looks (seeing as though he asked me on this little date thing and was trying his hardest to flirt) but I couldn't be sure that he liked my personality. Hell, for all I know he could not like me at all as a person and just likes me as eye candy. I know that's a terrible thing to think when someone fancies you but sometimes you have to accept that that's what some people are like. Hopefully Phil is not like that but you could never be too careful.

All of these worries disappeared as we finally arrived at the cinema. We got our tickets and headed to the show room. I decided to not let any of my concerns effect my time here and I relaxed as the film began. God, I hate scary movies but I love the attention Im getting from Phil.

Sadly, nothing really happened between us through the screening except for one instance.

A horrendous jump scare had just happened and being the un-manly wimp that I am, I jumped up in fright which caused Phil to giggle and put his arm over me in a comforting manner. I, of course, accepted the comfort with great enthusiasm and sunk into the warm embrace Phil provided me.

Nothing much happened after that, we finished the movie and parted ways, sending little more than an awkward farewell to each other.

As I walked home and every single bad thing that could possibly happen went through my head, I felt a vibrate in my pocket. I pulled my phone out and a text from a number read:

Hey, this is Phil! Thanks for coming with me to the cinema, I had an amazing time. Maybe we could do it again sometime soon? Perhaps 5pm on Saturday I could take you out for dinner, my treat? Just let me know at work if you do, bye! Xx

I smiled to myself, putting my phone to my heart and squealing silently in happiness.

Ah, schoolgirl crushes will be the death of me.