The Truth About Love

Two

 It took a week for you to find a job. It was nothing big, just at the coffee shop down the street, but they were willing to work with your school schedule and allow you to work as many hours as you needed in order to pay for school and rent. You had done a stint at a local coffee shop in high school, so you knew it would be easy getting back into the swing of things. When you got home after filling out the new hire paperwork, Bucky was in your kitchen cooking.

"Don't you have your own kitchen?" You teased as you came over and sat at the island.

"I do but my roommate is working on an art project for a local museum or something," Bucky responded. "He wanted some peace and quiet so Natasha said I could cook dinner over here as long as I made enough for the two of you."

"How kind. You know, I've never actually met your roommate. He is actually real or a figment of your imagination?"

Bucky chuckled. "His real alright. A real pain in my ass. But I love him. He's like my brother."

"You're back!" Natasha exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. "Get all your paperwork filled out?"

"Yes, I actually start tomorrow," you answered.

"How exciting! Are you going to be able to get us free coffee?"

You laughed. "Maybe not free but definitely discounted."

Natasha shrugged. "Works for me."

"I'm glad, I was so worried."

"Will Rogers be joining us for dinner?"

"I tried but he said that he needed to get this commission finished," Bucky replied. "I told him that I will be bringing some food over and he will be required to take a break to eat."

"Yeah, sounds like a great relationship you and your roomie have," you joked.

"Don't worry, Nat here is worse. So good luck."

"I appreciate the warning."

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Your first day of work was exhausting, but it felt good to be back in the swing of things. For your second shift, you took the later closing shift. When you arrived there was one employee, Wanda, and one customer who was at one of the corner tables, working in a sketchbook. His shoulders were broad and yet slightly hunched as he was focused on the sketchbook lying on the table. His blonde locks gleamed at the light shining through the window he was sitting by. You shook your head, realizing that you had been staring for too long.

"Hey, Y/N!" Wanda greeted.

"Hello, Wanda," you smiled, coming around to the back to place your things in the employee lockers. "Has it been busy today?"

"No, and I honestly don't expect to get very many more customers for the rest of the day."

"So an easy night for me?"

"Definitely." As you tied your apron back around your waist, you glanced at the man in the corner. "He been here long?"

"Oh, our local artist hunk? A few hours. He says he likes the atmosphere. Helps his creative process or something." Wanda picked up a pot of coffee. "He's probably in need of a refill."

"I've got it." You took the pot from her. "You just pack up and go. I've got it from here."

"You sure? I don't mind staying an extra hour."

"I'm sure."

"Thanks, Y/N." Wanda pulled her apron off and grabbed her things. "I'll see you later."