radar love // baby driver

pt. 1

Now Playing: No Matter What by Badfinger

For the most part, work had been easy today. It got a little busier in the morning, but the diner always seemed to slow down late at night. Sara had recently gotten hired as a waitress in the quaint dinner off the main road. She was often accompanied by the head chef, Eric, and the cashier, Jasmine, who often filled in as a waitress as well. Sara's boss was a little strict, but at least she was getting along with the other employee in the diner. "Aren't you suppose to be home right now?" Asked a voice from the kitchen. Sara spun around and saw Jasmine standing there, a puzzled look plastered among her face.

"Yeah, though I kind of got carried away with cleaning the tables." Sara replied, a soft laugh falling from her lips. This earned her a shrug from the other woman as she continued on with her business. It was probably best if Sara headed home and got some sleep, because although her work hours were wonky, she knew she had an early shift tomorrow. Throwing a cleaning rag over her shoulder, the brunette headed for the door but was immediately stopped when someone opened it before she did. Of course, just when she was about to clock out, they had another customer.

With a sigh, Sara waited for the individual to sit down until she approached him with a fake smile and cheery attitude. She made her way towards him, and couldn't help but study his features. He was probably around her age, wore a bomber jacket, and was pretty freakin' cute. "Hiya." Sara greeted him, the corners of her lips lifting into a slight smile. A genuine one. "Would you like to start off with a coffee or a soda?" She questioned, and couldn't help but sharply inhale once he made eye contact with her. "Coffee... cream and some sugar, please." He was quiet, and from the way he was looking at her and fumbled with the iPod in his hands, it seemed that he was nervous. "Comin' right up." She confirmed, not missing the way his gaze traveled down to her name tag.

Won't you tell me what you found girl, oh girl, won't you?
Knock down the old brick wall, and be a part of it all.
Nothing to say, nothing to see, nothing to do.

She turned around quickly, and although she was eager to serve this customer and head home, a part of her wanted to stay and chat with the stranger. Ever since she moved to Atlanta, she hadn't really made a lot of friends. She was so focused on getting a job and finding a decent place to stay, and she really hadn't made the time to travel around town and introduce herself. Sara reached for one of the cups before she poured in the freshly-brewed coffee. She added in the sugar and creamer before stirring the hot beverage. "You're serving someone right now?" Asked Eric, who was leaned up against the kitchen counter-top. "Yeah, last customer for me and then I'll clock out." She responded, to which he nodded and continued to text on his phone.

She walked back towards the booth, placing the warm cup of coffee on the table. "Thank you." He spoke, his eyes already locked on her. She stared right back at him, but broke eye contact as she noticed two scars of his. There was one above his eyebrow, and another on his cheek. "Have you decided what you'd like to order?" Sara finally looked down at the table, and saw that he had a kid's menu in front of him. "You're aware that's the menu for children, right?" She bit down on her lesser lip as she watched the stranger in front of her grow embarrassed and stumble around for the regular menu.

"O-oh yeah, yeah I knew that." His response was utterly adorable. It made the smile on Sara's face grow more evident. "It's quite alright. People get them mixed up all the time." She reassured him before brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. "Are you recording this right now?" Sara suddenly realized that next to his iPod was an old flip-phone, and then a small voice recording device. The boy who sat down seemed to grow embarrassed yet again before he shook his head furiously.

"No, no. Not right now. Sometimes I record conversations but... not now." He confessed, to which only made Sara more intrigued. "Why do you record conversations?" She asked, and before she really thought it through, she took a seat on the other side of the booth. This seemed to catch him off guard, but he cleared his throat before speaking once more. "I like to make tapes. I'll take things that people say and mix it into a song." This astounded Sara, and even made her chuckle. "That's pretty neat." She paused for a moment, noticing how one ear bud was in his ear, and the other was dangling off his shoulder. "What sort of music do you listen to?"

Sara was aware that she was probably asking the stranger too many questions, but she couldn't seem to stop. After moving away from her mother back in Los Angeles, she had grown awfully lonely in Atlanta. Not only was she without her parent, but she was also absent of any friends. The only people she had developed a 'friendship' with was her coworkers and landlord. Those were hardly reliable friends, either. "Anything and everything. I mostly enjoy stuff from the seventies, funk, and rock from the nineties." He answered, and before Sara could reply, he was finally asking her a question for a change. "What about you?"

"I like music from the eighties, for sure. Anything from Phil Collins to Fleetwood Mac. Oh, and of course ELO." Sara concluded, and was given a confused look from the boy in front of her. "ELO?" He inquired quietly, and Sara simply nodded her head in response. Most people seemed to recognize their other name more, so she understood the confusion. "Electric Light Orchestra." She elaborated, and he opened his mouth, a barely audible 'oooh' escaping him. Before either of them could continue on with their conversation, the head chef from the kitchen called out for Sara. She swiftly moved out of the booth and shot her boss a glare, before directing her attention back to the customer. "Right, so – what can I get for you?"

"The coffee was enough, thank you." He seemed much more comfortable around her than he was just a few moments ago, and to be honest, it made Sara proud. He had a nice smile, and it was something to be proud about if she could help it grace his lips. He handed her a five dollar bill, and as Sara went to go get him the change, he spoke up. "Don't worry about the change. The coffee was worth the five dollars." Sara laughed then, raising an eyebrow at his words. "Oh yeah? Just the coffee?" She tested.

No matter where you go, there will always be a place.
Can't you see in my face girl, oh girl, don't you?
Knock down the old brick wall, and be a part of it all.

"The conversation was nice too." He confessed with a grin, and Sara jokingly rolled her eyes at his expression. "It was, however I don't think I ever got your name." She truly wanted to know more about him, and yet, she didn't even know his first name. "Baby." He answered, staring her directly in the eyes. It was almost mesmerizing, but the word threw her out of her thoughts. "Wait, I'm sorry. Your name is Baby?" She shook her head in disbelief, and when he simply nodded, Sara's mouth was agape. "That's awesome!" She paused for a moment, and while she wanted to spend more time with him, she knew that it was getting pretty late.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Baby. I hope you have a good rest of your night." And with that, Sara flashed him a genuine smile, something that seemed quite foreign to her. "Wait," Baby's voice echoed throughout the empty diner, and when she turned to look at him again, he was standing up. Okay, so he was pretty tall too. "What are you doing tomorrow?" Sara felt a wave of joy wash over her as the question was proposed. She tried to appear calm, but really, she was beyond excited. Finally, she was going to actually hang out with someone in this town, and it happened to be a guy named Baby. Freakin' Baby! "I have an early shift tomorrow, around like seven or so, but I get off at three."

"Then I'll see you at three?" He tilted his head to one side, and she could tell that while he was trying his best to come off as confident, he was also struggling internally. Funnily enough, she was doing the exact same thing. "Yeah, sure." Sara watched as he headed for the door. The last fifteen minutes seemed too good to be true. Ever since Sara had moved to Atlanta, a somber look was etched upon her face, and nobody could seem to get rid of it. Not even if her mother gave her a call all the way from California. Yet this boy, Baby as he had just revealed, made her night just a little brighter. She finally had something to look forward to – tomorrow at three.

Author's note: Yaaaay! First chapter is up, so please leave some feedback! Baby Driver was an amazing movie, and I felt really inspired to start a fic series with an original character thrown into the plot. Things will be altered (such as timing and the heists, etc) so it won't be exactly like the movie – just based on it! Also, let me know if you guys like me adding in the lyrics throughout the chapter.