[the avengers ➼ imagines]

steve rogers ≫ call me

You worked in a small cafe in New York, it was family owned, your grandparents had opened it after they got married.

You were waiting tables, it was around ten in the morning. It was quite busy considering it was so early. There were people heading to work that had quickly come in to grab a coffee and people coming in for the breakfast special, the cafe was famous for it.

You were washing a table that a few minutes earlier had been occupied by a family of 6 which meant a lot of food spillage. The bell at the door began to ring signalling to you that a customer had arrived. You turned around and were shocked to find possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was wearing a brown leather jacket that looked like it as constricting his huge muscly arms. He had a chiseled jawline and lovely sandy blonde hair. His lips were moving. He's talking. He's talking to me. Crap.

"Uh, excuse me, ma'am?" He spoke, waving his hand in front of your face. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Uhh, eh, no, uh, yeah, sorry I was in my own little world." you chuckled nervously, hoping he hadn't noticed you checking him out. You quickly handed him a menu and showed him to a small two seater table, telling him you would be right back to take his order.

You were standing up at the breakfast bar, looking over at the man every so often, making sure he didn't notice this time. Surely he has a girlfriend, I mean how can he not? He's gorgeous. He seemed quite familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it so I just left it.

Throughout the time he was there you kept sneaking glances at him, and you were quite upset when you saw him getting up to leave. He walked over to where you were standing to pay.

"How much is that gonna be?" He asked, pulling out a small leather wallet. His hands were huge, hmmm.

"That will be $7, sir" you smiled politely, taking the $10 bill he handed you. A piece of crumpled up paper slipped from the note, falling into your palm. You opened it up to find writing scrawled on it.

'You're a beautiful woman, I was wondering if I could see you again? Please call me.
- Steve'

His number was written at the bottom of the crumpled paper. You could see him leaving out of the corner of your eye. A grin spread across your face, this day turned out to be better than you thought it was going to be.