You walked downstairs, after waking up and doing your morning routine. You put your apron on, walk over to the door to put the open sign up. You walked back, going to make yourself some coffee. You heard the door ring, looking up to see the nice old man who lived next door to you. "Hello Y/N" he said, walking over to the counter. "The usual?" You asked, he nodded walking over to the table by the door he always sat by. "Any plans for today?" You asked him, while making his coffee. "I have done laundry to do." He chuckled. You cracked a smile, putting the creamer in the cup and storing it. "Hear you go."You said, placing the steaming cup of coffee on the table. "Could I get a blueberry muffin?" He asked. "Yes you can." You said, going to get one, placing it on a plate. You walked it over to him as he read the newspaper. He thanked you and went back to his reading.
The door rang again, signaling they someone walked in. You looked up to see the new customer, not knowing his name annoyed you a tad bit sense you liked to know everyone who came here. "Hello, and what can I get for you?" You asked. "Uh, a black coffee."he said, you nodded and went to make it. "Do you mind if I ask your name?" You asked him, looking up from the pot. "It's Zayn." He said. "I'm Y/N" you said smiling. He smiled back and it was the most beautifulest thing ever. You handed him his order and he walked over to a table in the far back, to draw.
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Coffee Shop Zayn Malik A.U. Zayn & Y/N {completed}
Short StoryWorking in your moms coffee shop during the winter was always the each day with the same visit mets at the same time and same order but with these days to come, things get... Different
