After the chaos of World Tour, Heather and Alejandro run into each other at a cafe. Sparks fly, but not the good kind—at least, not at first.
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Heather sighed as she entered the cozy little café on the corner, trying to unwind after a particularly rough week. She ordered her usual coffee, black with a hint of sugar, and waited for it at the counter, her thoughts a million miles away. As soon as the barista called her name, she grabbed the cup, distracted by her phone buzzing with notifications, and turned sharply on her heel.
That's when she collided with a solid figure, and the next thing she knew, her coffee was spilling all over the person in front of her.
"Oh, for the love of—" she snapped, looking up. Her eyes widened as they locked onto the last person she ever wanted to see.
Alejandro.
His face was a mix of shock and irritation, his pristine white shirt now stained with coffee. "Heather," he growled, his voice low and menacing, "You just can't resist ruining my day, can you?"
Heather blinked, her initial surprise quickly giving way to defensiveness. "Oh, please. Like I knew it was you. Besides, it's just coffee. Don't be such a drama queen."
Alejandro's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, they stared each other down like they were back in the final showdown of World Tour. The tension between them was palpable, old wounds and lingering resentment bubbling beneath the surface.
"Typical," Alejandro finally sneered, grabbing a napkin to dab at the mess. "You never take responsibility for your actions."
"And you never stop playing the victim," Heather shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Honestly, it's pathetic."
Alejandro looked like he was about to say something scathing, but then he paused, his expression softening just a fraction as he really looked at her. The fire in her eyes, the defiance in her stance—it was so familiar, yet something was different now. Maybe it was the way her lips pursed when she was angry, or the faint blush on her cheeks. Whatever it was, it gave him pause.
Heather noticed the change in his demeanor and raised an eyebrow. "What? Got nothing to say for once?"
He let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "You're infuriating, you know that?"
"Likewise," she muttered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
They stood there in awkward silence, the noise of the café around them fading into the background. It was strange, being this close after everything that had happened. Both of them had built walls of hostility to keep the other out, but now, in this moment, those walls seemed thinner than ever.
Finally, Alejandro sighed, breaking the tension. "Look, as much as I'd love to keep arguing with you, I'd rather not do it in front of an audience." He glanced around at the curious onlookers before looking back at her. "Maybe we should sit down. Talk."
Heather hesitated, the suggestion catching her off guard. Part of her wanted to tell him to shove it, but another part—one she didn't like to acknowledge—was curious. There had always been something between them, something unresolved. Maybe it was time to address it.
"Fine," she said, her voice more resigned than she intended. "But I'm not apologizing for the coffee."
Alejandro gave a small, almost genuine smile. "I wouldn't expect you to."
They found a corner table, away from prying eyes, and sat down. For a while, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them. Finally, Alejandro broke it.
"Why do we do this, Heather?"
She looked up, surprised by the question. "Do what?"
"This," he gestured between them. "The constant fighting, the need to one-up each other. Preciosa, it's exhausting."
Heather didn't have an immediate answer. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the coffee cup. "I guess... it's easier than admitting the truth."
"And what truth is that?" Alejandro asked, his voice softening.
Heather met his gaze, her expression unreadable. "That maybe... Uhm. I don't hate you as much as I pretend to."
Alejandro's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected her to be so honest. "You're not the only one who's been pretending."
She looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the vulnerability he usually kept hidden behind that charming facade. It was like seeing him for the first time.
"Maybe," she said slowly, "we don't have to pretend anymore."
Alejandro reached across the table, his hand hovering over hers before he finally made contact. Heather didn't pull away. Instead, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, feeling the warmth of his touch.
"Maybe we don't," he agreed.
And for the first time, they both allowed themselves to hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new.
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authors note!!
helloo guys! as u may or may not know my name is dani and this is my first book and chapter!! if there are any mistakes im so sorry because i stayed up untill 1 am to finish this sooo-
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i wrote this about aleheather because they are my babies honestly like why are they so cute
anyhow thank u so much again for reading!! u can give me other oneshot ideas with ur favorite ships or even friendships and ill gladly do them!!
