patrick stump - imagines

Imagine #1

How You Met

You actually had the worst job in the world. Had you really hit rock bottom? Stocking shelves is not an ideal job for a college graduate. People always asked you the weirdest questions like "Where's the condoms?" and it made you uncomfortable.

They're have only been a few customers that were normal and asked regular questions. Such as a certain fedora wearing man.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" someone poked you in the arm. You turn around from restocking candles to see a man with sandy blond hair at your exact height. He had on the same style glasses you had on. Coincidental? You aren't sure.

"Yes?" You put on a gentle smile.

"May I know where the ibuprofen is? My friend pulled a muscle, and needs some pain relief," he questioned shyly. I nodded and pointed towards the back of the store.

"Back by the pharmacy, aisle 6," you gesture. After he leaves, you continue restocking the candles until he walks back over.

"You probably need someone to ring that up, don't you? Come on, I'll help you out," you walked towards the front, going behind the counter.

"That will be $6.49," you scanned the ibuprofen as he swiped the card.

"Look, I think you're really nice and was wondering if I could get your number," the man nervously stated.

"Oh, sure! You seem pretty cool too," you casually reply.

"Really? I thought for sure that would backfire. I'm Patrick, by the way." He pulls out his phone and offers it to you.

"I'm (y/n)," you say as you take his phone and enter in your contact. Smiling, you hand him his phone back and wish him a great rest of the day.

"Have a great day! Tell me if your friend starts to feel better!" Patrick chuckles at the latter of your command.

"I sure will. Talk to you later!"