Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete Imagine #11

You sat at a small booth, whilst you waited for 8 am. You look at your watch to see it's 7:30 am. You would have to wait 30 more minutes until you could open the crappy little coffee shop you worked at. Randomly, as you scroll mindlessly on Instagram, you hear a knock on a door. Standing up, you see someone at the front door of the coffee shop.

It was a guy, with hair that was seemingly emo-ish. You walk over to the door, and point at the closed sign. The guy seems to be pleading to be let in. You give in, considering he was... cute.

"Can I help you?" You ask, sitting back down at the booth.

"Yeah," he says, and you recognize his voice. The guy was a regular at the coffee shop. You just had never served him before. He sat with at the booth. "Can I get one iced tea?"

You look at him. "Name?"

"Pete," he replies. "Your name?"

"(Y/N)," you say, going behind the counter, grabbing a cup. You write his name on the cup, fill the cup up with ice, then with tea. "Why are you here so early?" You ask, wanting to make small talk.

"I want to get here before everyone else does," Pete replies.

"Why?"

"Because," Pete says. "I want to meet that pretty barista that is always being bossed around, by someone who seems like a huge dick."

"How sweet," you say, as the cup is almost filled with cold tea. "and you're right. My boss is a huge dick." The cup is full, so you go back to the booth and give Pete his iced tea.

"So pretty barista," Pete says, taking a sip of the iced tea. "wanna go out sometime?"

You seem surprised by how he asks you if you want to go out. You hadn't had a date since high school. Smiling, you reply with, "Yeah sure, why not."

"See you soon, barista?" Pete asks. You nod and Pete hands you a slip of paper. He stands up and walks towards the door. "Horrible iced tea," Pete says. "great service."

"Wait," you say, walking towards Pete. "where's my money?"

Pete hands you a bundle of bills, "This should cover it, and a little more. It's 20 bucks."