Norman Reedus Imagines

Pour some sugar on me (Scud)

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Breezy sighs as she cleans the last of the coffee machines. Her feet ache and her body is ready to be done for the day. The radio behind the counter is blasting and she doesn't hear the tentative knocking coming from the front door at first until something draws her eyes that way and she finds a familiar face looking back at her, his hands pressed to the glass as he shields his eyes to look into the dim interior. A lopsided smile cracks his face as he catches sight of her coming around the counter and he steps back as she unlocks the door, swinging it open to let him in and then locking it again behind him.

"You closed early," he says, a slight hint of accusation in his tone.

"Ten minutes, give me a break," she replies. "It's Friday night and I am so done with this week."

"So, do you still have them?" he asks and she laughs at the urgency in his voice.

"Have I ever let you down?"

"Oh, you're a star! A light among the heavens!" he tells her emphatically, his face widening into an even bigger smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Keep laying it on, Donut-boy, flattery will get you everywhere."

"Will it get me a coffee too?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Pretty please."

Breezy glances towards the silent machines, now sparkling in the dim light from her expert cleaning.

"Take a seat," she says grudgingly, letting him know with her tone that he's being a giant pain in her ass.

He grins and flops down at one of the nearby tables, stretching his legs out comfortably under it and pulling a small gadget from his pocket that he begins tinkering with while Breezy goes back behind the counter to brew him a fresh coffee.

When it's ready she takes it to his table, making him jump a little as she sets it in front of him along with the sealed box of a dozen glazed donuts she's been holding back for him. She watches as his face lights up and he licks his lips, reaching out to slide the box closer to him, resting a hand possessively on top of it. She flips around the chair opposite him and straddles it to sit down noticing his eyes widen a little and a quizzical eyebrow shoot up under his shaggy bangs.

"Umm... hi," he says, a little confused.

"So, you've been coming in here pretty regularly for a few months now and you smile and we flirt and I'm assuming you don't have a girlfriend as you keep odd hours and I've never seen you with anyone so I was wondering when you're going to ask me out?" Breezy asks him, waiting as he digests her words, seeing that eyebrow disappear upwards again.

"Ask you out?" he stammers, fingers nervously twisting the small shiny object he was working on while he waited.

"Yeah, ask me out. I mean, I thought you would have figured out by now that I was into you. I always slip you the extra glazed into your dozen and you know, there was that time I wrote my number on the outside of the box but I guess maybe that was too subtle!"

"You're into me?" he asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Girls like you are never into guys like me."

"Why not? You're cute and kinda funny in a snarky sorta way. I'm not sure you know the 90s are over but we can work on that," she replies teasingly, reaching across the table to tug at the sleeve of his garishly patterned shirt.

"Cute?" he scoffs, gently batting her hand away. "Woman, I am far from cute!"

"Oh no, you're definitely cute in that 'oh my God he's actually seriously hot but I'm not going to tell him that before he's even asked me out' kind of way!" she replies with a flirtatious smile.