Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Express O' Brien

"$6.50 is your change, sir," I hand the man his money from across the counter. "Have a good day!" He smiles and takes his change before leaving the cafe, the light bell ringing behind him. It's a slow Tuesday at Ella's Espresso, the cafe that I work at. The usual customers come in, only to order their usual orders and leave in the same usual way before coming back again the next day to repeat themselves. Honestly, it would be nice to switch things up and add some excitement to our small cafe on the corner. Nowadays, the highlights of my days at work are refilling the sugar packet holders and finishing up some work for school.

"Hey, Y/N," Josie, an older co-worker of mine, stops me from typing up the rest of my English paper. "Mind taking over the register and barista area, while I go and grab us some lunch?" I survey the empty cafe and nod, thinking we'll have a pretty slow day anyway. I nod, giving her my order, and move my work station down to the register just in case I actually have to wait on someone.

RING-A-LING-A-LING

The sounds of the bells on the door disrupt me, once again, from my essay with only a few more sentences left to it. Closing my laptop, I look up to come face to face with the boy of my dreams: Dylan O'Brien himself. To say I have a crush on the guy is a complete understatement. I've been watching him on Teen Wolf since the first episode ever, and made it my duty to watch him in his other projects as well. I knew he was taking a little break before his interviews for season 5B of Teen Wolf, but didn't expect him to be hanging around this little part of Cali. I pretend not to watch him as he walks into the cafe, scanning the room with a light smile on his perfectly pink lips surrounded by the light scruff on his perfect face. As he nears the register, I suppress the butterflies in my stomach and wipe my sweaty hands on my apron. He's just a regular guy, I think to myself. Who's also famous and extremely attractive and everything you could possibly want in a boyfriend!

"Welcome to Ella's Espresso!" I say in my most calm tone of voice that I can get out without freaking out and freaking him out as well. "What can I get you today?" Dylan scans the menu, his tongue sticking out a little from the corner of his mouth. I smile to myself as he tries to decide what he want, eventually giving up.

"Actually," He says from his perfect lips to me. "What would you recommend, Beautiful?" Some needs to hit me with a bat or something. He did NOT just call ME beautiful! Alright, keep it together. So far, so good.

"Personally," I tell Dylan, the blush on my cheeks still clearly evident. "I'd get the iced white chocolate mocha, since it's pretty hot out, and a blueberry scone, if you're feeling peckish," Dylan nods, taking my notes into consideration.

"You know what? I'll take your word and get what you said," I nod, making his order with a smile, secretly screaming on the inside.

"Here you go, Dylan!" I hand him his drink and take away bag. "I love your work, by the way. Stiles is my favorite," Dylan blushes and swipes his card before taking the bag and drink.

"Wow, thanks so much, Y/N!" My eyes widen and I blush even more that he knows my name. "Name tag," he adds, answering my unsaid question. "And thanks so much for the food!" I smile and push a strand of hair behind my ear.

"No problem! Have a good day, Dylan!" I give him a small wave as he waves back while walking towards the door. Before grabbing the handle to leave, Dylan stops abruptly, coming back to the register. Oh, God! I think to myself. I must have screwed up his order or something. Good going, Y/N! "Something wrong with your order?" I ask him, as he sets his stuff on the counter.

"Yeah, actually," Dylan smirks, licking his lips. "It doesn't have your number on it".

Ommggggg, idk if I mentioned this on my other imagine, but go to youtube.com/arewekukunow and go to his video 'younow with fans' guessss, who is on the thumbnail also, homework is draining my energy, bye.