If Brendon could count the times he celebrated Valentine's, he'd say it was a yearly thing.
There was Sarah last year, there was Laura from the year before. The rest, it was pretty much a blur.
He's not considering himself some kind of Casanova. It just so happens that he's looking for something stable. He was hoping to find a longtime relationship. And he honestly hasn't found that from any of his previous dates.
That's why the valentine event at the Coffees for Closers caught his interest:
"The first 'SINGLE' twenty customers will each be given one half of a cookie. Once the twenty customers find their match, they'll be given a special Valentine Edition Drink for the pair."
If Brendon should consider himself lucky, he's the 20th customer when he arrived at the café. Single as he may be.
He looks around at the café, seeing some customers looking for their matching cookie half. Some of them already found their pair, given with a single drink along with two straws in it as their prize.
Brendon can notice the shy glances that the pairs give to each other. It was a nice image, blossoming into something new.
A couple of people have asked him if he matches their cookie, but Brendon hasn't really found his yet. It's been 30 minutes now and no one else has been approaching him for the cookie.
The crowded café lessened and only a few people are left. Brendon thinks, the person with his half has gone home by now.
"Hey, you found your other half?" One of the baristas--named Rachel--asked him, if it was out of pity, he didn't bother looking any further in to it. He shook his head, as he concludes that the person who got his half probably went home.
The barista looks over at the corner of the café. Brendon follows her gaze and sees a man by the window of the café, sitting alone as he looks at the people passing by the outside of the café. Brendon couldn't see the man's face from where he sat, but he can clearly see something familiar on the guy's table. It was half of a cookie.
"That guy's been here almost everyday." The barista informs him. "I barely see him smile. It's kind of a waste, seeing such a handsome face frown like he does. Whatever he's thinking about, it must be pretty deep." she sighs.
"Do you know his name? He might have my other half."
"His name is... Dallon? I think? It's a pretty unique name." She shrugs. "Maybe you should talk to him. Make him smile a bit. You seem like the type."
Brendon looks back at the figure, guessing that he might as well talk to him and try. He thanks Rachel and went to the other guy's side of the table.
"So whose your other half of the cookie?" He asked the guy, who barely looked at him as he stood by his table.
"Doesn't matter." The guy responds, sounding uninterested. The guy turns to look at him, and Brendon swears it's like everything stopped the moment he caught the guy's gaze.
The barista was right, he is handsome. He has prominent, striking features, but his eyes are haunting. The gaze of those eyes is what he'll remember each time he closes his eyes.
"You can have the drink, if you want." The guy--Dallon says, breaking his trance at the man's hypnotic eyes.
"You, uh. Don't wanna share with me? You do have my other half." He asked hesitantly, never leaving his eyes at Dallon's face. He's staring pretty hard, but Brendon can't help it. Dallon is breathtaking.
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The Valentine Cookie // Brallon
Fanfiction"So whose your other half of the cookie?" He asked the guy, who barely looked at him as he stood by his table. "Doesn't matter." (Brallon Oneshot AU)
