Demi Imagines

Starbucks 2.0

You're at Starbucks...

"Caramel Macchiato, please," you tell the barista as you put some money on the counter.
"Alright," she says, taking your money. "You can receive it over there at the left counter," she says, gesturing toward said counter.
"Awesome," you say as you take your change. "Thank you."
She smiles at you, and you go over to the counter to the left.
You look to the barista preparing your drink, and you feel your heart instantly start to beat faster.
She has long black hair tied up into a ponytail, and her brown eyes are lined with dark eyeliner. Her full lips are painted a rosy red, and her cheeks are tinted a light pink. She meets your eyes and smiles, and your heart skips a beat.
"Caramel Macchiato?" she asks, and you nod, unable to form coherent words. "I love your eyebrows," she comments with a light laugh.
"My eyebrows?" you repeat, a smile forming on your face.
"Yeah," she chuckles. "Sorry, it's the first thing I tend to notice," she admits as she pours your drink.
"No no, I appreciate the compliment," you reply, your cheeks flushing. "I like your eyebrows, too," you tell her.
"Thank you," she laughs. "I worked hard on them."
"Do you have any tricks?" you ask, and she looks up slightly, as if in thought.
"Don't over pluck them," she finally says with a laugh. "I did that once. It was a disaster." She gets the can of whipped cream before shaking it a few times.
"Oh wow, I've done that before, too," you admit, brushing your hair behind your ear. "God, that was the worst thing I've ever done. I looked like Joey from Friends when he got his eyebrows done."
She bursts into laughter, nearly spilling your drink in the process. "Oh my god," she laughs. "I can picture it."
"It was horrible," you laugh as she puts the top on your drink.
"But hey, they look great now," she replies as she hands you your drink.
"Thank you," you say, and she meets your eyes.
"Do you have some time later?" she asks, and you raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I'd love to get to know you better," she says, and your heart starts to beat faster.
"That would be awesome," you respond, a smile forming on your face.
She grins before grabbing a napkin and pen. She scribbles something down before handing to you.
"Call me," she says, and you smile.
"I will."

A/N
i ran out of ideas
my brain is done. I'm tired.