Amorcito Corazon // A Pedro Pascal Fanfiction

╰┈➤ Chapter 3

The following summer weeks flew by, bringing along the breeze of the creeping autumn. The man, who (y/n) now knew as José, was not only a regular at the café, he was a close friend.

"Hey (y/n), I was thinking and, we've known each other for a while now"

(Y/n)'s ears perked up with curiosity from the nearby table she was wiping down.

"Yeah, we have, what about it?" She asked with a face of genuine wonder.

That face.

The face that made José break eye contact every time. Something about the way she looked at him with wonder, with full curiosity at what he had to say. The way her eyebrows rose and her eyes slightly widen in the way a doe's would. That face made his heart pound.

"Well, I wanted to ask you something.."

"What's up?" (y/n) asked nonchalantly, putting her attention back on the table. What José didn't know was that she herself was having a dilemma of her own. The way he sat so casually at the too small for him table. The way he wore button up shirts that were a tad too tight and pants that were a tad too flattering. The way he never looked put together, yet didn't look sloppy either-- the effortless look. The way he gazed at her with his chocolate brown eyes and then broke eye contact to look off to the side, giving full attention to his beautiful roman arched nose, reminiscent of an artist's most prized sculpture. The way his strong hand gripped the coffee cup and his fingers fiddled with the lid.

He was beautiful.

But they were friends, and nothing more, nor would they be. So why was she still anxious to hear what he wanted to ask her? Was she hoping he would ask her on a date? No. She wouldn't want to ruin what they had now. Or would she?

"I have this uh-- this party I was invited and, well, I was wondering if you wanted to go? If that's not too weird, I know we don't hang out much outside the café, and you're always working, so if you can't I understand, actually you probably can't, I'm sorry for asking I don't know why I-"

"I'd love to, José" she replied with a chuckle and a smile.

That smile, the smile that was able to wash away all of José's anxiety's and worries, yet also stir up all his feelings all at once.

"It sounds super fun, It seems all I do these days is work or try to find work-- I definitely need a break"

"Alright then, see you later tonight" José smiled, collecting his things and walking towards the door.

"It's a date!" She called out as he exited the room.

'It's a date???' She sat there in regret at her wording earlier.

'God he's gonna think I'm into him..I mean, I am? Not. But. Well, now he thinks I am. That's so awkward. I hope he doesn't mention it.

Oh shit, I need to buy milk'

'Its a date???' José sat in his chair, with anything but his work in mind.

'did she mean that? I mean we have kind of been flirting-- unless that's not flirting to her. Does she want this to be our first date? This isn't how I would've wanted it. No. You know what, that's just a phrase people use. I better not mention it.'

Later that night, José showed up to pick up (y/n). José had a plain grey crew neck sweater on, with black jeans and matching grey shoes. He dialed (y/n)'s number, waiting in the chilly air for her to pick up.

"Right behind you" José slightly jumped at the sudden noise but immediately turned at the realization that it was (y/n)'s voice. He took this time to examine her outfit. She was wearing some casual straight leg blue jeans with white shoes. He mostly focused on the white shirt and grey cardigan she was wearing.