Jon Arbuckle x Fem Reader 💙

An eventful evening at Vito's

It's a summer evening. The sky is still bright blue. So blue that it could be mistaken for midday! Outside of Vito's, an Italian restaurant (basically olive Garden), the birds are tweeting  and the puffy white clouds are sailing smoothly across the light sky.

Just outside the restaurant is a red car, parked neatly against the sidewalk and inside this car is.. A fat orange tabby. Who was hiding in the trunk. Garfield creeps out of the car, as one does. Carefully tiptoeing his way into the restaurant as he searches for the right table. Aha! Jon. And on his plate, a relatively large serving of lasagna. Garfield would've liked more, but that was enough. He snuck up to the table, crawling underneath the table cloth. He jumped out onto the table and gulped down Jon's lasagna in one big bite. Jon jumped backwards.

"GARFIELD!?"

The black-haired woman sitting across from him, Liz, also did so. It caused a bit of commotion in the restaurant. Enough for a couple heads to turn.

A waiter came and chased Garfield out of the restaurant while Jon sat there awkwardly; profusely apologizing to Liz. She stood up.

"I have had it with your clumsy ass and your fat cat, that somehow always ruins our dates! It is over, Jonathan. I dated you out of pity but now I can barely even feel bad for you! Bye, dipwad," she declared before walking away.

"Wait, Liz! I'm– I– aw.." the poor man sighed in defeat before sitting back down.

You had witnessed the whole thing happen and you felt bad for him. You yourself were waiting for a blind date to show up but he was about 47 minutes late so you assumed he probably wasn't going to arrive.

The man with curly brown hair paid the cheque and left. You noticed he had forgotten his wallet on the table. You took this as an opportunity to talk to him. Excitedly, you hop up from your seat, grab his wallet and run out after him.

"E-excuse me! Sir–"

"Hm?" He turned around to see you running after him with his wallet. Out of breath, you shoved it in his hands.

"You, uh, you forgot your wallet."

"Oh. Thank you," he responded wearily. You notice the dark circles under his eyes the dim light.

"Are you, uhm," you look into his dark brown eyes, "are you okay?"

"Wha- Oh yeah! I'm, uh, I'm fine."  He chuckles awkwardly but you can't help but notice the tiredness in his eyes.

He noticed you staring at him and he cleared his throat, tugging on the collar of his light blue polo uncomfortably.
"I- uh. Thanks for giving me my wallet. Back."

"Oh, no problem! What kind of person would I be if I didn't.." You rub the back of your neck.

"By the way, what's your name?" You ask him.

"Oh, Jo- Jon," he stutters. "Yours?"  He asks politely.

"[Y/n]," you respond, shaking his sweaty hand.

A/N: holy sh!t. I feel like this is way too cheesy 😭 say smth in the comments if this is absolute dogsh!t and I'll gladly change it. Also I'm gonna work on the next chapter soon, if anyone cares.