I threw my bag on my desk and belly flopped onto my bed. I layers on my back and read the numbers in the paper, and typed it into my phone.
(Bold is texting)
Me: Hey! This is the waitress at the coffee shop that you visited this morning. What's your name?
Corbyn: oh, hi! I didn't expect you to actually text me. I'm Corbyn Besson.
Me: I'm Y/N. nice to talk to you. So, um, why did you give me your number?
Nothing. I stared at my phone then I heard a knock on my door. It was my mom.
"Honey, it's time to eat!" She sang.
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Something Different Corbyn Besson x Reader
FanfictionYou are a waitress at a coffee shop and a very cute boy comes up to you. You talk and he gives you his number, and you give him yours. You later find out that he is part of a very popular band, and this affects everyone's opinions on you.
