Despite how objectively good your shift has been going, it's defeatedly that you tap out for your last break of the night - your steadily-amassing pile of tips and enjoyable interactions with customers dulled lightly by the having seen only once tonight the one face that always manages to brighten your nights here - but your mood is quickly redeemed when you step out into the blissfully cool air of the back alleyway, and find her leaned against the wall hanging up her phone at the same moment her eyes land on you.
"So do you spend your hard-earned breaks checking on all your patrons, or am I just that special?" Her handsome smile manages to make your heart flutter even under the many-coloured disco lights streaming out of the upstairs windows as you settle in beside her against the exposed brick wall, silently praying that your sweaty face and lime-flecked apron don't perturb her and ruin this long-awaited moment.
"You're saying that like you wouldn't believe me if I said it was the truth." Hoping to embody even half the coolness that seems to come so natural to her, you let yourself relax in the warmth of her presence and gently close the distance between you.
The flicker of her eyes from yours to your lips and back up isn't lost on you, and neither is the grin that spreads across her face as her hand finds purchase in the curve of your hip in the darkness. "Well, why don't you tell me if it is and we'll find out for ourselves?"
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chris alonso oneshots
Fanfictionchris alonso x gender neutral!reader oneshots, crossposted from my tumblr
