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(f/d)-favorite drink
You take a seat in the tiny cafe, setting your bag on the floor next to you.
"Welcome to Dante's, what can I get for-(y/n)?" You look up to see (c/n) standing with an apron tied loosely on his hips, a notepad in hand.
"(c/n)? I didn't know you worked here." You say truthfully. He gives you a crooked smile.
"I didn't know you came here." His voice dances through your mind.
"Um, my friend recommended it." You say, snapping back to reality.
"Really? Do I know her?" (c/n) asks innocently, sitting down.
"No, he, um, goes to private school." You respond.
"Oh, well, so-"
"(c/n)! Customers!" A voice across the cafe shouts, interrupting (c/n).
"I go on my break in about...seven minutes. Will you still be here?" (c/n) asks while standing.
"Well, that depends on wether I get my (f/d)." You respond teasingly. He winks at you as he walks away, making your heart pound harder than it already was.
YOU ARE READING
One Shots
RandomShort things I write when I don't have inspiration for my actual stories. Also includes short things I write with the characters from my stories that don't fit into the story line.
