Jason McCann Imagines

35. Starbucks. (Cute/Random)

You walked into Starbucks sighing, after a long day of work, and ordered a medium sized caramel frappucino to go and nearly fell asleep at the counter you were waiting on.

You thanked the woman that handed you your drink and turned around, only to bump into someone and have your drink spilt all over them and you.

You gasped in distraught. "Oh my gosh. I am so so so sorry." You said grabbing some tissues and trying to wipe- you looked up- his shirt down. "I'm so sorry, please let me help you." He chuckled and grabbed your wrist lightly, both of you feeling tingles on your arms.

"Don't worry about it. It's only some coffee." He grinned, your breathe got caught in your throat, his smile was so beautiful it was contagious. You smiled sadly back. "Again I'm so so sorry. How can I make it up to you? Please let me make it up to you. Do you want me to buy you another shirt? Um I could buy you a coffee." He chuckled as he listened to me mumbling everything to him.

"How about you let me buy you a drink because I'm the one who was being clumsy and wasn't watching where I was going." He chuckled and grinned again. "U-Um but i- your top?" He shrugged it off and locked the cream off his face. "Mmm, frappucino right? Caramel?" You but your lip, damn he looked so hot doing that.

You nodded your head not really being able to speak. You felt so bad for him and that he has to walk around in a wet shirt. When you ordered your drinks and he paid for them, although you offered just in case and he refused, you walked outside. You walked down the side walk for a while but all of a sudden Jason- you'd learnt when he told the Starbucks worker his name- stopped walking and asked you to hold his drink for a second.

You did but looked at him confused, he took his shirt off and you gasped looking at him before quickly looking down, so he didn't see you checking him out. "Thanks." He said as he grabbed his drink back.

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"And that kids is how I met your dad." You said smiling, recalling the memory from when you was 17. You being 32 now loved saying how you met Jason, your husband. Jason sat there on the opposite side of the sofa and smiled adoringly at you. Your little boy, now 12 years of age had made a sickly noise and stuck his fingers down his throat.

You rolled your eyes arm but your little girl, aged 11 looked at you with a big smile. "Tell it again mom!" Kayden, your son had groaned and said no so you giggled and shook your head at Bailey, your little girl and said, "Maybe another time." You all smiled, although Kayden's was full of relief since he Didn't have to hear the story again.