Demi Imagines

Starbucks 2.0 Part 2

You're meeting up with the cute barista from the other day...

Ironically, you're meeting at a coffee shop that's not Starbucks.
She walks in, and you look up, sitting up straighter in your seat.
"Over here," you call, raising a hand. Her eyes light up when she sees you and she walks over to you.
"Hey," she says, grinning brightly. She looks so different in her normal clothes. She's wearing a white top and some jeans that show off her gorgeous legs.
She sits down across from you, and you smile. She looks so beautiful.
"You look lovely with your hair down," you comment, and she blushes slightly, looking down.
"Thank you." She brushes her long wavy hair back over her shoulder. "You look nice, too."
You'd changed from this morning—you don't even want to think about how long it took to get ready because you couldn't decide what to wear.
"Thanks," you say, meeting her eyes.
"I don't usually do this," she says, putting her hands on the table.
You glance to them. She has such pretty hands. Her nails are painted a light pink.
"Hmm?"
"I don't, like, just ask people out," she laughs lightly. "I don't know..." She looks to you, reaching across the table and taking your hands in hers. Your heart skips a beat, and you feel your face flush. "There's just something about you."
"Yeah?" you ask softly, a smile forming on your face. You can't believe someone this beautiful and sweet is really saying this to you. This is one of those things that happens in dreams.
"I don't even know," she says, smiling as she looks into your eyes.
"Do you have to?" you ask, and she laughs lightly.
"I guess not."

———

"Demi!" you yell. "Where did you put my sweatpants?"
"I didn't take them!" she yells back from downstairs.
"Then why are they missing?" you demand, and you can hear her moving around downstairs.
After a moment, she comes upstairs.
"I swear, they're missing," you say, and she comes into the room. You turn to look at her, and you nearly do a double take.
"I didn't take th—"
"Why the fuck aren't you wearing pants?" you laugh, and she shakes her head.
"What can I say? I didn't feel like it."
"You were wearing them right now, weren't you?" you ask, and she giggles.
"No," she says, but she's clearly lying.
"You liar," you accuse, moving over to her before tackling her in a hug.
She shrieks and tries to wriggle away, but you hold on tight.
"Let me go!" she laughs, but you start peppering her face in kisses.
"Never," you respond, making her whine.
"You're so mean," she complains, but she can't stop smiling.
"You love me," you respond, and she stops wriggling. She looks to your face, her eyes meeting yours. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours.
"Of course I do," she mumbles against you, making you smile.
"I love you, too," you reply.
Who knew that cute barista would become your wife?

A/N
because I mean we always have to get married
always