Barry Allen Imagines

9 -Eart two dates

EarStatus: Edited

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Why must dates be such a drag? Barry doesn't want to be rude, but this girl is more boring than he is. Smiling awkwardly, he glances down at his plate of food; glasses dipping to the end of his nose. His fingers play with the hem of his cream cardigan nervously, not even touching his food.

From behind the counter, you frown, continuing to watch the awful date unravel before your eyes. The guy looks miserable. Deciding to go help, you fix your mint green skirt as you head towards the table. "Is everything goi- whoops!" you accidentally knock over the girl's sprite, gasping. "I'm so sorry!" you apologise, trying to dab at her shirt. Barry's green eyes widen from underneath his thin framed glasses.

When she huffs, excusing herself to the bathroom, you work on cleaning the booth. Your eyes shift in the direction of the guy. "It looks like you were really enjoying yourself, huh?" you tease, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He blushes down to his yellow bow tie, leaning his torso against the edge of the table. "Is it that noticeable?" he cringes, squinting at you. You nod solemnly, making him sigh. "I was trying... I just... What should I do? I don't want to be mean or rude or anything..." he babbles, shaking his head. You try not to giggle when his chestnut locks bounce.

Biting your lip, your movements slow. "Well, I know what you can do after..." you mumble, peering over your shoulder at him. As you ball up the rag, you hear him hum, interested. "You can ask for my number." you grin, shrugging bashfully.

Gulping, his eyes go wide. "O-okay. I'm Barry, by the way." he smiles, palms pressed to his inner thighs. "Thank you..."

"Y/N." you wink, waltzing into the kitchen, leaving the cute nerd shook.