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Heavy rain pounds on the roof of the cafe.
"Y/N... Y/N?"
You snap out of it, abruptly lifting your gaze from the coffee grounds swirling in the bottom of your mug. You meet Cora's eyes as she walks around to your side of the breakfast bar, a tray of dirty dishes resting on her shoulder.
"Sorry." You stand up straight, trying to remember what you were doing again.
"You okay?" She asks, pausing as she offloads the tray to the breakfast bar and
removing the rag from her apron to dry her hands.
"Totally." You say, feeling truthful but still getting the feeling that you're lying. "Just thinking about picking that new hire. I haven't even taken a look at the applications yet."
Cora narrows her eyes, a slight look of doubt on her face. "You sure?"
"About what?"
She pauses before speaking. "You wanna talk about whatever is really going on?"
"I'm nervous, that's all." You say.
Cora seems set on disbelief, but shrugs and plays along. "What are you nervous about?"
"I just hope we have good candidate applications. Selfishly, I would rather not hire anyone than hire a bad applicant. But I want to make sure you get the help you need... I don't want to mess this up."
"Trust me, I agree entirely." She agrees, smiling softly. "The last thing you need right now is to have to deal with a problem child on top of what's going on with Mrs. Stanley."
"Oh, right... I had actually completely forgotten about that." The memory of the stubborn Mrs. Stanley and her ridiculous paperwork crosses your mind again.
"Have you heard anything else about it?"
"I got something in the mail last week about the hearing being postponed. I think it's in a month or two- I don't remember."
"Anything... else new going on?" She pokes, walking over to check the coffee pots. She peeks at you out of the corner of her eye to read your reaction.
"Cora. If you have something to say, then just do it."
She takes a big sigh before reaching up to grab a coffee filter from the top of the machine. "I just noticed you've acted a bit different lately. I was hoping it was for good reason."
"What kind of good reason?"
"Maybe there's a guy... a tall, mustached guy... maybe he's got a badge..."
You shake your head, trying to stop yourself from smiling. "I like Charlie, I do. But neither of us are in the position for a relationship right now. You know that."
"Yeah, yeah." She says sarcastically.
You pick up your coffee mug again and take a sip, relieved it's not too hot to drink now.
"I want you to be happy." She breaks the silence. "And I see the way you light up when he comes by."
The image of Charlie's face breaks through your thoughts. Before you know it, it reminds you how he looked in the rain, and how the rain dripped down his mustache over his lips- and his lips remind you how his kiss felt when he had gently pressed inside of you just yesterday.
You raise your coffee mug for another sip, delaying your response as long as possible. "M-hm."
You're saved by a customer approaching the breakfast bar.
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Fanfiction(A Charlie Swan x Reader Fanfiction) You are Miss Carver from California whose father recently passed away only a few years after you had lost your mother. Among many of the things your father left behind, he left behind his beloved Cafe in Forks, W...
