Magcon imagines

A Cup Of Shawn Mendes

Rain was falling outside the quiet coffee shop in Nashville. You sat next to a window in a vintage looking booth, a journal open in front of you with your cursive writing lining the pages. When you finished a sentence, you would pause and watch as a particular raindrop slid down the glass while contemplating what would fall from the tip of your pen next. It was an endless cycle, but the sound of the rain mixed with the smell of coffee somehow inspired you to continue.

Meanwhile, across from the quaint coffee shop sat a sixteen-year-old boy with a guitar and a conflicted mind. He was strumming his guitar quietly and singing his song Life of The Party to himself, but his eyes were on you. He watched as you fiddled with the ends of your hair or adjusted the black beanie that adorned your head. He tried to strum a bit harder and louder to somehow capture your attention, but your eyes never faltered from either the journal or the window.
Shawn felt a bit silly each time he stole a glance at you slouched over your journal, your hand flying across page after page. He was just about to stand, his guitar slung across his back and nonchalantly slide into your booth when a waitress approached the booth he sat in.
"Would you like another coffee or muffin, sir?" She asked politely with a small smile and dug her hands into the pockets on her apron.

He started to decline in the nicest way possible when his eyes darted towards you again. Shawn glanced back at the petite waitress with a growing smile. "Actually, I'd like to get something for that girl over there by the window."
The waitress smiled, almost knowingly and nodded. "What would that be?"
Obviously, Shawn didn't know what you liked so he paused. The woman before him spoke before he could place an order, though.
"She's a regular. Usually she gets a Hazelnut White Mocha and a croissant."

Shawn smiled gratefully at the waitress. "Thank you," He said while pulling out a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change."
She took the crisp bill. "No, thank you, sir."
And then she scurried off to prepare the surprise order for you.
To ease his nerves, Shawn began strumming Thinking Out Loud and tried to focus on the movements of his fingers on the frets. He closed his eyes and attempted to trick his mind into thinking he hadn't just bought a drink for the prettiest girl in the city. No, he was just sitting in a cafe, strumming his guitar and singing song lyrics to his self. However, no matter how hard Shawn tried to push you out of his mind, he kept seeing you in his photographic memory.
On your side of the cafe, you had just scribbled a period after the sentence that completed yet another page of the story you were writing. It was a love story since you were a sucker for romance and everything cliche. You were just about to begin another page of endless writings when a waitress approached your table and sat down a drink and a croissant. You easily recognized the drink as a Hazelnut White Mocha, your favorite, but you hadn't ordered anything.
Your eyes darted from the items on the table to the smiling waitress in confusion. "I..I didn't order this," you said, assuming she had brought it to the wrong table.
"I know," She replied, "But that guy over there ordered it for you." She discreetly pointed at the guy across the room.

Following the direction she pointed in, you locked eyes with a boy. He was gently strumming the strings of a guitar, making a beautiful melody fill the cafe, and he was smiling with pink cheeks. Your heart skipped a beat when he raised the hand that was picking at the strings and waved before glancing back down bashfully.
The gesture made your own cheeks burn as a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. The kindness of him, a stranger, made your heart palpitate and not to mention the fact that he was cute.
With haste, you snatched up a stray napkin lying on the table and put the tip of the pen to it. You wrote, "join me at my table? i'd enjoy your company. xoxo y/n" and handed it to the waitress.
"Would you mind giving this to him, please?" You smiled.

She took the folded napkin from your outstretched hand and with a spin on her heel, the lady strode to Shawn's table and delivered the napkin note. He faltered in strumming and was about to ask what it was, but she just grinned mischievously and returned to her spot behind the counter.
Shawn felt your eyes stealing glances in his direction as he fumbled to open the note. He took in the words you wrote and felt a smile growing on his lips in spite of himself. Trying to act smooth, Shawn stuffed the napkin in his back pocket and with his instrument slung across his back, he made his way to your booth. With a few strides of his long legs, he stood beside your table and slid onto the cold cushion. Once he had settled in and gently laid his guitar beside him, Shawn looked up to find you watching him.
You giggled when his cheeks turned rosy and he looked down, smiling. Before speaking, you pinched off half the croissant and slid the remaining fluffy treat across the wood until it sat directly in front of him. Shawn looked confused.
"I think it's only fair that I share since you bought it for me," You explained, chewing the buttery croissant. "Thank you for this, by the way. It made my day better."

"It's no problem," Shawn shrugged it off, still blushing. "I wanted to make a beautiful girl happy."

It was your turn to flush bright red. You heard Shawn laugh and you couldn't help but smile. His eyes were scrunched closed and his mouth was in a wide grin, revealing his perfectly straight teeth. The flannel he wore over a white t-shirt was rolled up to his elbows and every time he moved his arm, you could see his muscles strain against the material.
God, he was cute.
Once both of you had fallen silent, you rested your elbows on the table and struck up a conversation about music and if he sang. Words flowed effortlessly between you and Shawn, bouncing back and forth without either of you even trying. Both of you talked for so long that when you looked at the time on your phone it read 8:00 PM and your coffee had turned cold.