ATSV/ ITSV One shots (x reader)

Miles 1610

Exchange

The smell of fresh baked goods and treats enchanted your nostrils and filled your nose with joy, causing a reaction from your stomach begging to have a taste. You sighed in embarrassment to yourself at the loud groan that came from it, deciding that stopping by the cafe you just walked by wouldn't hurt. Even though you had class in an hour. My teacher will have to wait.

The inside of the cafe was simple and yet all the same beautiful. Green plants conquered the ceilings on the inside, held in potty or sticking onto the ceiling like growing roots, like forests trying to creep in.The lighting was warm to the eyes and touch, it gave the whole atmosphere a "stay at home" feel. There are tables and chairs in black and glass, classic design of menus a top the tables and soft RnB playing off in the back. There was even a sitting area at the back with bean bags in shades of brown and a shelf of donated books. Today wasn't the day for a read. You were hungry.

Deciding to sit down in one of the chairs, a waiter immediately stops by with a warm smile and lit up eyes, clearly enjoying the job or day. They took your order and disappeared into the back to leave you to your space.

You quietly scanned over the smaller details in the cafe now. The small signatures of couples' initials on the walls by tables. The mirrors in odd shapes. The smell of cinnamon in the coffee scented air, too. There were a few people here. A man and a woman who looked to be busy at a table at work. And a boy. He looked around your age. But what took you by suprise was how beautiful he looked.

He was sat in a beanbag across from you, headphones on, and a sketchbook in hand. It makes you almost immediately reach in your bag for your skatebook as well, but his face makes an odd expression before returning back to normal. He sketches away in his own little world, his brows drown to concentration in a cute manner, and yet he looks so relaxed all the same. His eyes were a beautiful light golden brown, reminding me of sunsets and dark honey. His skin was like glass, clear to the touch, and yet sepia brown to the eyes. There were the tiniest bits of red on his ears, much lighter than the red on his lower lip. His black coils atop his head in an afro fade, which looked remarkably soft. Though you knew better than to touch afro hair.

From how he sat, you assumed he was tall too, his long legs hidden in his black cargos stretched out, one knee up to balance his book and the other down. His shoulders were wide under his black and short sports jacket, and his waist caught in his shirt shirt gave him a slim appeal, too.

He might be your new type and definitely now your new cafe crush.

Your food comes by with the waiter glancing at the boy you were looking at, then at you with a wink.

'Great, now someone knew about this,' you thought.

Shamelessly, though, you reached in your bag for your sketchbook and sketched away, too. Finding it therapeutic to let your mind take over and draw what it wanted. Knowingly, your hands curved lines to shape a picture of him. Getting in the fine detail of the boy who looked too perfect not to be captured on paper. You at first thought it was creepy. You were drawing a complete stranger in your sketchbook. But remembering you were the artist and he was just a still life drawing, you thought otherwise.

But you didn't, however, know that this would become a routine.

Every day, you stopped by the cafe in hopes that the cute boy would be there and every day he never failed to show up. His headphones on and sketchbook or a laptop in hand. You the same. At the times, you were unaware of the waiters and waitresses around you two, secretly shipping you both as they quietly watched and did their jobs but you were too in your head trying everyday to figure out to how talk to him or what to even say. Fear was your enemy right now, and you had no idea what its weaknesses were.

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Today marked summer vacation from school for the time, and you feared it meant the end of seeing that boy again. I mean, who would spend every day in a cafe when they could be hanging out with friends right now?

You.

Because of a silly crush on a boy you couldn't stop thinking about. And because you were the idiot who left your book there.

Walking in today, you were a bit distressed. Anxious because you'd left your sketchbook on your table the previous day by accident when you'd been so exhausted and completely forgot about the item. Before walking over to your seat, you scanned the room, looking to see if your suspensions were correct. Which they unfortunately right, he wasn't here today. A frown tugged at your lips.

Walking to your table you stopped surprised to see a letter a top your sketchbook. It filled you with confusion, but you read it nonetheless.

'Hey, cafe girl.

I know this gonna sound so weird, but I've seen you here a lot and thought you were really cool.

So i kinda sorta drew you in the times I could. Here's one of them'

He got to capture you perfectly. You looked unreal. He even seemed to make you look even more beautiful from even your eyes. The hues of color he used and the expressions in your face.

'Really hope you like it.

P.S. you draw amazingly, too. I really like how you included my freckles'

- Miles

Text me~

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You stared at the number then at his empty spot in the beanbag and smiled, your heart racing and your face warming up.