My Starbucks Boy

10¤ Not my type ( Jasmine)

This is a special chapter guys, because it's in Jasmine's POV. So we're gonna see what's she's up to, and get more scoop on Damien.

Stepping into the brightly lit space, her eyes scanned the room for a certain male.

"Hey" his deep voice called from behind her, making her shiver. He had to be the sexiest being alive.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. His costume was quite unusual, but seemed to fit him better than she expected .

"Hey Pooh" she greeted, grinning widely.

"You look quite frightening" he commented, handing her a blue plastic cup, a smirk never leaving his perfect face.

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or insult" She said, sniffing the contents of the cup.

"I dmlllkllll the drink. And it's meant to be a compliment. Since the Joker is scary and all"

Yeah, she was dressed as the Joker.

Purple blazer, black pants (because she felt like),
dyed green hair that stopped just above her shoulders, and heavy makeup, that she wouldn't have thought of using till her next life.

"I still have to make sure. And thanks. You look pretty cool too"

'Or should I say, pretty hot'

Not many many guys could pull of 'Harley Quinn'. But Damien could. And he slayed it so well.

A black fedora hat sat atop his brunette curls, which were dip dyed pink and blue at each end, and he was wearing a shirt that said 'Daddy's a monster' instead of 'Daddy's Lil monster' and a glittery pink and blue bomber jacket . Instead of shorts, he wore tight pants, the same glittery pink and blue ones. And finally, his famous brown boots.

The both of them stood in silence for a while, bobbing their heads to the slightly up beat music.

"How are you finding this party?"

"Boring as fuck. And I can't find the snack table" Jasmine sighed, removing a few stray hairs that escaped the gel, from her face.

"My father isn't the best party thrower. Do you know how long it took me, just to convince him to let it be a Halloween themed party?"

Jasmine chuckled under her breath. "I'm guessing that's why we're having the party in late November"

Yeah, Damien is Jasmine's boss's son. That was how their first meeting happened.

FLASHBACK
"Jas, Mr Harris just came in, and he's calling for you"

"Thanks Maddi" Jasmine thanked the blue eyed secretary, before getting out of her chair.
Running a hand through her hair, she wondered why her boss wanted to see her.

"Hello miss Blaze, how are you today?" The smiley, dimpled man asked, gesturing for her to sit.

"I'm fine, thank you sir. Can i ask why I was summoned?" She asked, smiling and sitting in the black leather chair opposite him.

"Well, you were summoned, as you put it, because I want you to meet my son" he gestured to his side.

"Your son is an empty cupboard?" She asked, trying not to giggle at her own joke.

"What are you - eh?" He also noticed that his son wasn't close to him.

"He's probably up to something mische_"