Blooming Panic Scenarios/Imagines

NightOwl~ Call Me

Hi hi this is just a small key for you guys:

(Y/N) - your name

(F/C) - favorite color

(B/F/N) - bff name

Enjoy~~~

You sighed as you walked off the bus, the cold November air rushing to your face. You shuddered, putting your hands in the warmth of your pockets as you shuffled towards your workplace. You heard a buzzing coming from your (F/C) bag and pulled out your phone. It was a call from your best friend, (B/F/N). Sighing, you answered the call.

"Hello?" You asked.

"(Y/N), where are you?!? The lines are getting crazy in here!" (B/F/N) stated frantically, as you hear the loud and what seems to be some upset customers in the background. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" she reminded. You looked at the time on your phone.

'10:30'

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry! I'm on my way right now!" You apologized and sorta a run-shuffle thing towards work, going slightly faster than you were going already.

After about 10 minutes worth of shuffle-running, you made it to the small cafe where both you, (B/F/N), and a few other people worked. You opened the glass door and was welcomed to a line of slightly-pissed off customers, demanding to know when their coffee would be made. You sneaked past the line of customers and slipped behind the counter, looking up to see (B/F/N) talking to a middle-aged customer. 

"No, no, no! I ordered the peppermint mocha latte, not the white chocolate frappe!" the customer yelled. (B/F/N) glanced at me, with a worried look in their eyes. 'Help me out here.' She mouthed. You walked up to the customer and smiled. 

"Is everything alright here sir?" You asked softly in hopes not to anger the man even more. "NO IT'S NOT! THIS ISN'T MY ORDER!!!" the man boomed, spitting in your face in the process. 'Wow, look who started their man-period today.' you thought and smiled trying to ease the situation.

"I apologize sir, we'll have your order right away." you mentioned (B/F/N) to make the latte. "We must've confused your order with someone else's." you laugh nervously. "Did anyone order a white chocolate frappe?" you stated, holding the coffee up in the air. The man grumbled and walked away. You felt your breath hitch when you saw a boy about your age walk up to the counter. He has the fluffiest hair you've ever seen, the first thought that crossed your mind wondering how soft it could be. You're then snapped back to reality noticing said boy was talking to you.

"Uh, I think I ordered that." he said, rubbing his neck. You couldn't help but stare into his beautiful brown eyes as he moved a piece of his blonde hair away from his face. 

"Oh! Here you go-" you stated before you hear a little girl running up to the counter. "I'm here! I'm here! I ordered that!" The little girl must've been 8 years old or so. The boy stared at the little girl kinda annoyed that some kid wants his drink, while the little girl looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. 

"So, you guys both ordered a white chocolate frap?" you asked, to which they both nodded. "Miss, can I please have the drink? Please, please, please, please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" the girl begged. You looked up at the guy again. The guy sighed softly and smiled, "She can have it, I'll wait for the next one." His smile made your face flush and your heart beat faster he surely wasn't smiling at you and is just being nice. "Yay! Thank you sir!" The little girl beamed as she ran off with her drink happily. You turned back to the guy, who had a wide teasing grin on his face making you flush red with shyness you didn't realize you had. 

"so, uh, I'll make you another one." you said, turning around to start making the guy's drink. "No, that's fine," he answered. "I can wait, these people have been here much longer than I have." he stated, gesturing to the line of people. You turn back and looked at him, "Are you sure? It's gonna take a while.." You asked. He shook his head. "Nah, it's fine cutie, I have time." He replied, shooting you another teasing smile. You can just feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. "Oh, um, ok. Thanks," you answered, quickly rushing to the kitchen to get your work apron on.

After about a hour or two, orders were being made and delivered to the customers, slowly but surely. You kept glancing at the guy, expecting him to leave but he was still there, waiting in his little booth. "Aww, does (Y/N) have a crush?" (B/F/N) teased when she noticed you staring at the guy again. "Hah!? No..!" You muttered. (B/F/N) gave you a pointed look. "Ok, maybe...but that doesn't mean anything!" you nervously laughed. You look around seeing how late in the day it has gotten. The sun was starting to go down. Only a couple of customers were left, including the pretty boy sitting in the booth. Your friend yawned. "So, are you gonna talk to him? I mean, he's kinda cute. I wouldn't mind flirting with him...." They smirked knowing this may be the little push you need to actually go talk to him.

"Ok, ok, I'll go talk to him! ... Don't look at me like that.." You laughed and rushed to make him his coffee. You slowly walked over to his table, making him look up from his phone. He shot you another smile, giving you those butterflies again. "I have your order, I'm so sorry for the wait, but uh, I need a name before I'm allowed to give it to you." You said, trying your best not to stutter.

"Oh, you can call me NightOwl!" he beamed as you wrote his name on the cup and handing it to him. "Thanks, (Y/N) right?" He asked with a cute little smirk looking at your nametag. "Ah, yep, that's my name." You can just feel the blush rising to your cheeks. He lets out a soft laugh. It was like a melody to your ears wanting to hear it again, your time was interrupted by (B/F/N). "Hey (Y/N), I'm heading home! Don't be late tomorrow!" She says as she walks out the door. "Ah ok, bye!"

Turning back to NightOwl you catch him staring at you, stuttering you say "Hey, so we're gonna be closing in around 30 minutes so you might wanna be thinking about leaving soon." You stated lowkey wishing that you didn't have to close and hope to get to know this guy more. "Alright, but first, I wanted to give you this." He said, as he handed a piece of paper with a phone number on it. You felt your face heat up again, making NightOwl smirk in delight. He grabbed his drink and stood up, somewhat standing over your frame and leans closer to you. You stiffened when he was inches away from your face. You must be 50 different shades of red. He slowly leaned towards your ear, brushing a piece of hair away.

"Call me." He whispered in a low tone, his breath hot on your ear. A shiver went down your back as NightOwl walked out the door. You stood there staring at the door, face burning from that encounter. 

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You were definitely making a phone call when you got to your dorm. 

Haha ok I hope you guys like this little one shot of our boy NightOwl i thought this little scenario would be cute for the flirty boy