all at once | trevor zegras

nine. black cat and golden retriever

nine. black cat and golden retriever

On a normal work day, by the time eleven o'clock rolls around, Chandler has all sorts of ideas on what to run and grab for lunch from the small grocery store she works in. Today, though, she's particularly craving a sandwich from a deli in town and their fries dipped in mayo and vinegar. Beau had been subject to her texts complaining about it (and the fact that she's going on lunch at 11:30 and won't have time to run there on her own) when she had run to the bathroom for a moment when her mid-shift cashier had gotten onto their register, then her phone was tucked back into her pocket before she went back onto the floor for the remainder of her shift before her lunch.

       At 11:25, the doors slide open and in walks someone familiar. A smile lights up her face as she stares at the dirty blond hockey player who has just graced her store with his presence. Her coworker behind her whistles, being impressed by the man who has just entered the store with a bag of food in hand. Before she can even greet him, her eyes register the name on the bag and her jaw drops.

"You didn't."

He grins, "I did."

"You're amazing, oh my god. I want to kiss you right now," she says without thinking, her cheeks flushing when she realizes that her coworker just heard her say that. "Oh my god, Nance, I'm sorry."

The elder lady chuckles, "Girl, I don't blame you at all. I'd wanna hop on that too. Go on your lunch, take your time."

"I'll be back in half an hour," she mumbles, reaching over to turn off her light.

"Take your time, seriously. If you abandon that boy after thirty minutes, I might encourage them to fire you."

"You wouldn't. You like me too much for that."

"Whatever you want to think, Chandler. I trained you, I can get you fired."

"Fine," she sighs, rolling her eyes at her coworker.

Trevor follows her in amusement as she walks over to the time clock that is plainly visible, quickly typing in her numbers and using her fingerprint to clock out for her lunch. She turns to him with a smile on her face, chewing on her lip just a bit. He reaches out with his free hand to free the lip from her teeth, grinning as she smiles softly up at him while stepping closer and tilting her head back to look up at him.

         "Good afternoon, Chan," he says, brushing his thumb against her cheekbone before dropping his hand. "How are you today?"

         "This is going to sound so cheesy, but so much better now that you're here. Is that a turkey BLT with avocado from Dean's?"

          "And a large fry," he tells her with a nod. "You also have a lemonade out in my car. I just forgot to grab it."

          "How'd you know?"

          He chuckles, "Beau. He sent me a screenshot of your texts, then your order so I could surprise you with you lunch."

          "Holy shit, that's a good best friend."

           "Let's go eat in my car," he offers. "I would like to kiss you and I don't want to do that in your place of employment. And I figure you don't wanna take me to the break room."

"Definitely don't. I don't want anyone interrupting us or being nosy. Let's go."

So he reaches down and takes her hand, entwining their fingers and leading her out of the store. She glances over her shoulder at Nancy, who gives her a thumbs up, then exits the store with him. Somehow, the fit of their hands together feels just right and she's content to be holding onto him. He grins as he leads her to a god awful yellow vehicle, that throws her back to the days where she loved Logan Echolls from Veronica Mars more than she should love any fictional man, and she laughs at the fact that she's now causally — dating? banging? seeing? — a man that drives a bright yellow vehicle. He opens the passenger door for her and helps her up in, since she's a tiny little thing compared to the larger vehicle. She takes the bag before he closes the door, heading to the other side.