Newsies One Shots ✯

Coffee Shop ➸ Jack/Katherine

Katherine's POV

If it was up to me I wouldn't be standing behind a Starbucks counter right now. But according to the clock hung up on the wall I still have half an hour until my shift ends. Lucky me. I serve a few more costumers trying to be a pleasant as possible. I sigh, tapping my fingers against the counter and listening to the chatter of the people that always filled up the room.

I heard the bell over the door ring and looked up to see a boy who looked a year or so older than me, stride up to the counter. He had paint splattered jeans on and a blue t-shirt, with dark messy hair somewhat hidden under a grey hat perched precariously on his head. He had a pencil tucked over his ear and a sketching pad under one arm. A smirk spread across his face as easy as butter spreads on toast, and his dark eyes were filled with amusement.

"Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get for you?" I ask, trying to muster a smile. "Just a small hot chocolate." I nodded and grabbed a sharpie, "And what's your name?"
He grinned "Jack Kelly, what's yours?" I rolled my eyes, that cocky little son of a biscuit. "That'll be five dollars, would you like a receipt?" He shakes his head as he rummages through his pockets, "Nah I'm good." He hands me the five bucks and I see him give me a sideway glance. "So you're not gonna tell me your name?" I stifle a laugh, "It's none of your business." I say, going to make his hot chocolate. I hear him laugh as he goes to sit down someplace.

"Jack Kelly," I say loudly as I set the cup down on the counter. He walks up grabs the cup and winks at me. Winks at me! The nerve of this boy, I swear! He tips his hat and flashes me a grin "Thanks," then goes to sit back down. I see him open to a clean page in his sketch pad and start to draw. I watch curiously for a second, wondering what he could be drawing. I snap out of and shake my head.

More people come and go, but the boy, Jack, remains. I look up at the clock 'Only two more minutes' I think and smile in relief. I see Jack get up to leave, but he tears out whatever he was drawing and leaves it where he was sitting. He was half way out the door when I got to the table to call out to him, informing him he left something behind. I steal a glance at what it was and with shock, I realize it's a drawing of me from the neck up. I pick it up and examine it carefully, and notice something scribbled in chicken scratch at the bottom. A phone number and, I squinted my eyes, above it the words 'Before you throw this away, consider calling me ;)'

I laugh, but at the same time feel my cheeks getting slightly pink. I fold it and shove it in my back pocket. I check the clock and almost shout for joy seeing my shift was over. I was out of their quick as a whip.

Time skip

I sigh with relief as I open the door to my apartment. It may be Friday night, but unlike most people I'm not going to go and waste my time partying. Nope, I've got some reading to do. I grab a pair of fuzzy socks, my book, and make some tea. I make my way to the small living room and get comfy on the couch right next to where my cat was curled up, fast asleep.

As I sat down I heard a paper crinkle. I set my tea and my book down on the coffee table realizing I still had the drawing Jack left. I pull it out of my back pocket and hesitantly grab my phone. 'Should I?' 'Yes?' 'No?' In a brief moment of confidence I dial the number.

Jack's POV

I was scrolling through my phone when I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I shrugged and picked it up "Hello?" It was silent for not even a moment when some girl started talking. "You left your drawing in Starbucks, didn't your mother tell you to clean up after yourself?" There was a hint of teasing in the voice and with a start I realize it was the barista. She actually called. I grinned "I guess not, Miss..." I trailed off. "Katherine. Katherine Plumber," she said and added, "Since you were so keen on finding out earlier."

I laughed, "Well Katherine what can I say? I was thoroughly intrigued."
She giggled "Is that so? I was pretty intrigued myself to find a drawing of me left on a table from some cocky boy."

I scoffed feigning offense "I am not cocky, nor a boy." "How old are you then?" She challenged. "I'm 21, not a boy at all. What about you?" She laughed "What about me? I'm not a boy, but I thought that was obvious." I sighed, and she continued. "I'm 19, if that's what your wondering." A sly smile crept up on my face "And single?" There were a couple of moments of silence until a somewhat threatening "You better watch yourself, Kelly" came from the line.

"Uh whoops?"

"Yeah 'whoops' indeed."

(A/n- I'm hella tired, but wanted to post this anyways. Sorry it isn't too great. Also, thank you guys so much FOR OVER 50 READS! Like what?! Where did all of you people come from?? Thank you so much for reading and commenting, it really makes my day to see that people actually enjoy reading this.)