Adam Young/Owl City Imagines

~Imagine 2~One Day At The Café

You've started a new job at a well-known café; and today is your very first day. You're nervous and don't know what to expect, this is your first real job and you want to do the best you can. You start by setting out the tables and chairs neatly and getting all the cutlery placed in the right spots. You swap the sigh from 'Sorry, We're Closed' to 'Come In, We're Open'.

Soon after you've flipped the sign, customers start arriving. Your first job is to take orders and give them to the chef out the back. You start off well and do various jobs throughout the day. The café shuts at 4:30 in the afternoon, but you decide to stay after hours to clean up; you haven't got anything else to do, plus you know that this means you'll get a raise from your boss.

The silver bell above the door jingles as someone walks inside. You remember that you forgot to turn the sign from open to closed. You quickly come round the front and see a young man in his late twenties shuffling nervously on his feet. A black snow-covered coat covers his clothing and the hood is still pulled over his head; his face is hard to see and this makes you suspicious.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we're closed." You say politely.

"Oh...I-I'm sorry. I didn't know; your sign said that you were open, but I can leave.."

You frown. His voice sounds familiar; VERY familiar. You hesitate and then smile. "Look, I haven't packed any of the coffee stuff away yet. I can make you some if you'd like?"

His eyes light up and he nods vigorously. "That'd be wonderful! If you wouldn't mind, I'd love a coffee."

"One coffee coming right up!" You go behind the counter again and start up the coffee machine, slowly warming the milk and adding the capsule into the flap up the top. "It'll take a minute. I'm still getting used to working this new coffee machine; I've never used one before."

"This your first time on the job?" The stranger asks casually.

"Uh, yeah. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess I suppose." The man goes silent for a few moments before quietly humming to himself. It's the tune to 'Fireflies' by Owl City. You grin hugely and begin singing the lyrics quietly.

"You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep.."

"You've heard that song before?" The man sounds extremely excited after you finally sing the final few words to the song.

"Yeah, I have. It plays on the radio in here sometimes. It's got a catchy tune."

"You know the singer?"

You nod and hand the coffee to the man over to counter. "Yeah, Owl City I believe is the name he goes by. His actual name slips my mind right now...but I know what he looks like...well...not really...I know he has brown hair though!"

"Ha-ha. So you can't remember the creators' name, huh?" The man questions you again. You don't understand why he'd be so interested until he says; "Because I'm the guy who sings and produces those songs. Adam Young's the name, and music's my game." He chuckles lightly and takes the coffee from the counter.

You look up at him from the cash register in shock. "Wait, what?" You pause for a moment and then shake your head. "You can't be serious!"

"I am serious!" He pleads and removes the hoodie from his head. When you see his face you grin. It was in fact the Owl City man himself. "How much for the coffee by the way?"

"2.50." You state, opening the cash register.

"But on the board it says 4..."

"Shh! I'm giving you a discount, silly!" You laugh quietly and he hands you the money.

Adam chuckles. "Thanks! I owe you one."

You smirk. "Just send me a ticket or two to your next concert. That'll suffice."

Adam raises an eyebrow and then laughs. "Fine, you got it!"

A few months later you receive tickets to his concert which is being held nearby, you go to the concert, have a good time, and end up chatting to Adam himself; remembering the one fateful night where he happened to walk into your workplace.