Coffee and creamer ~4~

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ᵀᵂ: ᴺᵒⁿᵉ :⁾

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴴᵉʸᵃ ᵍᵘʸˢ! ˢᴼ ⁱᵛᵉ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵒʳ ᵗʷⁱᶜᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⁿᵒʷ ᵒⁿ! ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶠˡᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᵐⁱᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ. ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵍᵗ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵉᵉᵏ! :

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A few days later... (3rd pov)

{name} tapped her fingers against the wooden counter, sighing extremely bored out of her mind in the small coffee shop. It was about a quarter past two, so only a bit over an hour and her shift would be over!

The slight sound of ringing bells floated through her ears, making her look over to see a very annoyed looking Wilbur. He looked at her and showed her a small tired smile, sending an extremely big and giddy one back at him.

She went over to the coffee machine, getting the dark roast out and putting it in. As Wilbur made his way over to the counter leaning on it to see what she was doing, {Name} noticed a girl that came in with Wilbur that was currently sitting at a table.

She was tall, 5.9-10 with pretty blond hair that came down in waves. She had chilling blue eyes, and pink lips. Her nose was small, her outfit was stylish, and her smile was revolutionary.

As she finished making Wilburs coffee, {Name} walked over and handed it to him. "Does the pretty lady want anything? It's on the house!" She shouted a little louder as the blond perked up, her nose twitching as she smiled a sweet small smile.

"If you wouldn't mind I would love a White peppermint Mocha!" She sweetly responded as {Name } Giggled, getting everything out as the blond made her way over to the now kind of annoyed WIlbur. "A woman of taste I see, say Wilbur, who's the beauty?"

{Name} said as the blond blushed and the boy in question rolled his eyes. "This is Rebeca, a friend from work." He said as {Name} Finished Rebecca's coffee, walking to the pastre shelf and grabbing a blueberry scone. "Here, it's always better with a scone." {Name} said happily as rebeca giggled, saying thanks as her and Wilbur made their way back to the table.

{Name} herself grabbed a lemon poppy seed muffin (her favorite) and walked over to the awkward two, pulling up a seat and sitting criss crossed on it. "It's so nice to meet you rebeca! Im {Name} but you can just call me n/n. I've heard so much about you." She said nudging Wilbur as he tried to hide his annoyed face.

"It's so nice to meet you! Ive also heard a lot about you, your Wilburs favorite topic." The girl said, her tone a little sad.

Wilburs face flushed bright red as he began to sweat, ready to deny that comment when {Name} interjected. "Oh please, I bet he talks about you WAY more." She said laughing as she licked her fingers from finishing the muffin. She pulled out her lavender hand sanitizer, making sure her hands were not sticky anymore.

"I knew your favorite song, color, smell, flower, and your cat's name before I even saw your face!" She said as Wilbur tried to quickly cover this up. "Everything just somehow relates to you! So I mentioned it!!"

Wilbur said leaving {Name} speechless. She looked at him, lost in thought as she was quickly broken out of that state when the bells for the shop were once again ringing, looking over her shoulder to see her boyfriend drenched in water from the rain outside.

"Oh my god Jared! I didn't know you were coming!" She said getting up and running over to the boy. He laughed as she worriedly tried to make sure he was okay, Wilbur stared off at both of them lost in thought.

He clenched his fists under the table when they saw them lightly peck each other on the lips before {Name} rushed to the coat closet, giving him some spare clothes to go change into.

Rebeca looked over to Wilbur, noticing how upset he looked. "Is that her boyfriend?" She asked as Wilbur nodded, not taking his eyes off of the couple. Rebeca took in a shaky breath, tears building up in her eyes.

Key: No knew ones (i think)

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"You love her, don't you Wilbur?"

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