Cocoa butter kisses • WHY DON'T WE IMAGINES •

~ Corbyn • Imagine for Adaline ~ || Fluffy

I began the short walk from my office to my apartment, alone, like any regular Friday afternoon. I expected that this weekend was going to consist of Netflix, marshmallows and ice cream, and lots of Leonardo Di Caprio.

Its not that I was opposed to what was awaiting me in my home, I just wished something new could happen.

You see, I'm an assistant agent, so I always have to look and act professional. However once the weekend rolls around I'm a carefree bingeing machine. So I didn't expect for this weekend to be an exception.

Of course, I didn't expect a boy to spill coffee on me either.

"Oh my God! I am so, so sorry miss I wasn't watching-" I huffed as I prepared to yell at the person who just ruined my suit with - hot, may I add - coffee. But when I looked up I just couldn't bring myself too.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled at the blonde in front me. He didn't seem to calm down though and still fretted about me.

The boy was blonde as I earlier mentioned with beautiful bluey-greeny eyes. He was wearing a white short sleeved shirt underneath a cream jacket hoodie, black jeans with rips at the knees and he also sported cream Yeezees to match his jacket.

I realised I had been staring at him and he was still asking me questions, so I  quickly smiled at him to tried and leave so I could go home and change out of my soaked outfit.

"It's okay don't worry, sorry you wasted your coffee on me." I called back to the boy but he shook his head and ran to catch up to me.

"Wait please!" I sighed and turned around to face him. I raised my eyebrow at him waiting for him to continue talking. "Look I am really sorry about your clothes is there anything I can do to make it up to you."

I scoffed, "Like I said, don't worry. This suit was expensive so I don't want you to waste more money on me trying to buy me a new one."

"No please I want to! I'll give you the money!" He smiled and I cocked my head to the side.

"Are you sure kid?" I asked and he nodded but frowned that I called him kid.

"I'm 19, I'm not a kid." He huffed and I laughed at him.

"I'm 20." His eyes lit up and he chuckled.

"I don't mind older girls." If I had water in my mouth, I would have done the biggest spit take you've ever seen.

"Okay there kid, let's just get to a bank so you can transfer me that money." I smiled sarcastically sweet at him but to be honest I was kind of getting annoyed.

I 100% doubted that this kid would be able to give me $200 for a new suit but, I did wanted to see how long he'd stick around.

"Oh shoot I can't go to the bank looking like this." I remembered the whole reason for this plan and groaned.

"Well we can go to your house so you can change and then go."

Now, normally I would say no, considering I just met this boy. Normally I would say no, because my house is a mess. Normally I would say no, because he's a stranger.

But, for some reason. I couldn't say no to those eyes.

So that's how I ended up in my apartment at 4:52pm on Friday with a strange boy waiting for me to change. I let Corbyn - I learnt his name on the walk here - look around while I ran to my room. I stripped off my suit and threw it somewhere in my room, slipping on a black nirvana shirt and some ripped boyfriend jeans matched with some white docs.

I let my short platinum blonde hair hang around my shoulders and grabbed my wallet and keys before walking back into the loungeroom where Corbyn was on his phone.