Rafe Cameron Imagines

Fall Mornings and Flirting🤍

The little coffee shop on the corner had quickly become your favorite spot, especially in the fall. It was cozy, tucked away with dim lighting, comfy armchairs, and the best pumpkin spice lattes in town. It also had the bonus of being close to Rafe's place, which meant that anytime he wanted to surprise you with a little date, this was his first choice.

This morning, as you pushed open the door, a small bell chimed overhead, and you saw him already sitting in your usual corner, two steaming lattes on the table. He was looking out the window, his hand absently drumming on the table as he waited for you. His hair was a little tousled, and he was wearing that dark sweater you loved, the one that somehow made his eyes look even bluer.

He looked up when he heard the bell and broke into a grin when he saw you. Standing, he gestured for you to sit across from him, sliding your latte over to you.

"Thought you'd like something warm," he said, a playful sparkle in his eye. "Pumpkin spice, right?"

You laughed, slipping into the chair across from him. "What are you, my personal barista now?"

He smirked, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. "Maybe I am. You like it when I take care of you, don't you?"

Rolling your eyes, you took a sip of the latte, the warm, spicy sweetness filling you up. "Maybe," you admitted, meeting his gaze. "But only because you're surprisingly good at it."

"Surprisingly, huh?" he teased, reaching over to steal a sip of your latte just to annoy you, though he had his own right in front of him.

"Hey!" You tried to swat him away, but he just laughed, holding the cup just out of your reach, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "You have your own drink, Rafe."

He shrugged, setting it back down in front of you. "Yours tastes better."

You rolled your eyes, trying to fight the smile tugging at your lips. There was something so effortlessly charming about him, even when he was being ridiculous.

As you both settled into your drinks, Rafe glanced out the window, watching the golden leaves drift down onto the sidewalk. The two of you chatted about everything and nothing—your plans for the weekend, a story he'd heard about one of his friends, some silly TV show he knew you'd hate but wanted to watch together anyway. Every now and then, he'd say something that would make you laugh, and he'd look at you with this soft, almost adoring smile that made your heart skip a beat.

Then, as you finished your drink, Rafe looked down at the table, suddenly a little serious. "So, I was thinking..."

"That sounds dangerous," you joked, trying to keep things light even though the look in his eyes made you feel a bit of a thrill.

"Ha-ha," he said, smirking but keeping his gaze on you. "I was thinking, maybe we could make this a regular thing. You know, coffee dates in the morning—just you, me, and way too much caffeine."

Your heart fluttered at the thought. "Are you saying you want to make this official, Rafe Cameron?"

He leaned across the table, his hand reaching for yours. "Maybe I am," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours with that intensity that made it hard to look away. "I mean, I've got a pretty good thing going with you. I don't want anyone else to steal you away."

You blushed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the latte. "Well, lucky for you, I don't want anyone else," you whispered back.

For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just you and him, your hands intertwined, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. He smiled, leaning closer until his forehead rested against yours, his voice soft.

"Guess that means you're stuck with me."

"I think I can live with that," you murmured, smiling as you closed the small gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

The bell chimed again as someone walked in, pulling you back into reality. Rafe pulled away slowly, his hand still holding yours as he looked at you with a warmth in his eyes that made you feel like you were glowing from the inside out.

He cleared his throat, looking a little bashful. "So... another latte? My treat this time?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "I think one's enough for today, but we can always come back tomorrow."

He grinned, standing up and offering you his hand. "Deal. Tomorrow it is."

As you walked out together, hand in hand, you felt that happy, fluttery feeling in your chest that you only got when you were with him. And as the crisp autumn breeze brushed against your cheeks, you knew that this was just the start of a new tradition—the two of you, sharing quiet mornings together, with a side of coffee and a whole lot of love.