Luke Hemmings x Reader

Coffee

--I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings.--

Ooooohhhhh so this was one of the dudes B/F/N is always talking about. I always tune her out and look away when she tries to show me pictures of the band. I also would plug my ears when she tried playing their songs. I just stuck with Cherri Bomb and Hey Violet. Also Black Veil Brides every once in a while. Don't judge, Andy Biersack is H O T hot. Anyways, he offered me a hand and stood me up. When I was up, he didn't let go of my hand, which I was uncomfortable with since I had just met the guy. I cleared my throat.

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to have my hand back." You said, pulling your hand out of his. As soon as it was gone, you somehow missed it.

"I never caught your name, Beautiful." He said smoothly. You didn't blush.

"I never threw it at you." You said just as smoothly, smirking.

"I am mortally wounded, no girl has ever rejected me before." He said, a hand on his chest where his heart would be.

"Oh yeah? And just how many girls have you used that on before?" You said, putting a hand on your hip.

"...More than you need to know about."

"Mm hmm, come on beanpole. You owe me a coffee."

"Beanpole?"

"Yup. You are over six feet and way taller than me. You are beanpole. Now come on, we have a coffe date and there is a carmel cooler calling my name at Caribou."