Café | s.m (✔️)

two

I'm glad that our storage closet is so big, because otherwise it'd be pretty tough to try and get Shawn into there.

"Livie?" I hear, and shut the door completely before walking over to the counter where Nora stood, wearing a pink robe, her hazel eyes shining. My sister and I look a lot alike, with our light brown skin and caramel colored hair. The only difference between us, besides the fact that my hair color was slightly lighter than hers was our eyes. Nora has a nice hazel eye color, while I have striking blueish green eyes, changing my whole appearance.

"Hey Nora, I'm just putting away a few things." I tell her, grabbing the kitchen knife and wiggling it before placing it back. Nora rolls her eyes playfully and shakes her head, as if I'm an embarrassment to be around, which is pretty true.

"Do you want me to wait?" Nora asks, knowing that it would take a while to put back stuff. However when it hit eleven pm I organized the place in boredom, but my sister doesn't need to know that.

"No it's fine. I'll be home in a bit, you go ahead and sleep."

"The hood never sleeps." Nora states, then winking at me and sliding to the door, her duck slippers lighting up as she does.

"Busy reading fanfictions?" I ask, clarifying what she meant, and she nods, show me a thumbs up.

"Of course. I mean, Shawn is spending three months here in New York, why wouldn't I be stacking up on all the possibilities for how we could meet?" Nora replies, and I can only roll my eyes at her. We give our goodbyes before she walks out, and I instantly rush to Shawn when I see the door shut.

"She's gone, you can come out." I tell him, and in a moment he's opening the door, his eyes looking left and right cautiously.

"Who was that?" He asks, and I smirk.

"That was my sister, Nora. Also the owner of one of the biggest Shawn Mendes updates accounts, and probably the reason that you get money from your merch." I tell him, and he leaves the storage closet, shutting the door after him. As we stand besides each other I notice how much taller than me he was, and he does too, because Shawn smirks looking down.

"Okay, whatever." I say, replying to his teasing look, before walking to the counter and looking for my phone. When I find it Shawn is sitting down again, eating the last bit of his muffin.

"As much as I'd love for you to stay, my parents want me back, which means the shop is going to close. It was really nice meeting you though, and I'm sure I'll have tons of street cred now that I've met someone famous. I can wait until you're done though, I'll tell my parents that there's a customer." Giving him a grin, I take off my apron and let my hair down, only to see that he was watching the whole time, which causes both of us to blush slightly.

Okay, a celebrity was just checking me out. That's definitely going on my tombstone.

"No, I can leave. But wait, you're just leaving? Like, you don't want a picture or anything? And I thought we were just starting to become friends." He whines, and I can only give him a confused look.

"Wait, you want to be friends? Well, that's a new one. I mean, I guess." I tell him, and a grin forms on Shawn's face, causing me to smile as well.

"Well, yeah." Shawn starts, pulling out his phone, "I need someone to show me around New York that has lived here for a while. Plus, someone my age to spend the time I'm here with would be nice."

"Hold up. That's some serious commitment. I mean, all summer with a celebrity, best known for his single Stitches, and a true teen heartthrob? I don't know, seems pretty risky. After all, I have enough paparazzi following me around already."

"Aw, come on Livie. Please?" He asks, pouting. I can't help but giggle at how idiotic he looked, and shrug as he hands me his phone to add my number into. As I start to type my name in (which was 'Hot Girl From Tim Hortons') I think about putting in the rejection hotline number, before realizing how mean that would be to do to someone like Shawn, and end up typing out my real number. Before I hand it to him I bite my lip, not sure if I wanted to go through this. I mean, yeah, Shawn was pretty cool, but I was never one for the spotlight, and never will be.

"Since you asked nicely." I tell him, and hand his phone back as he rushes over and hugs me. I honestly can't help but feel warm inside and hug back, despite the fact that his strong, very muscular arms were slightly crushing me.

"Shawn, you're not going to have anyone to spend your time with if you don't allow me to breathe." I tell him, and he instantly lets go, looking embarrassed.

"So where will we meet up tomorrow?" He asks, and I raise my eyebrows at 'tomorrow'. However I don't object, and instead shrug.

"There's a park about ten minutes from here that I know no one goes to. I'll text you the address, and we can meet at around two pm, okay?" I say, wanting confirmation that I would see him there. Shawn nods his head and gives me a thumbs up before I put and phone in my pocket and Shawn puts his hood back on, ready to leave.

"Goodnight, Livie." Shawn says, and before he can open the door, I stop him.

"Wait! There's something I need you to do, and I promise it would absolutely make the world for a person I know." With that I take out my phone, and turn on my camera app.

I better be going to heaven for what I was about to do.