worth it • finn Wolfhard imagine

part 1: mornings

Hello! So I'm going to go over a few things/warnings.
Everyone in this book is either 17 or 18. (Not parents ofc)
Small smut warning.
not major.
strong language.
please enjoy the book and tell me if you want more :)

Mornings aren't my thing. I just don't seem fond with them. Okay, sometimes I like them, only if I get to drink coffee at my favorite coffee shop in LA- Menotti's. Their coffee is wonderful, so nice it manages to make me scoot my way out of my bed, and actually get dressed and ready for the big day ahead of me.
I lazily grab my coat, dressed head to toe with fall like clothing. I grab my keys, making sure I fed my cat, Socks. Socks is a great cat, she always likes to eat my shoes, though. That's why I called her socks.
I open the garage door and say bye to socks.
I get in my car and slide in, letting out a sigh of laziness and excitement.
The rodes are a little slick today, probably because it misted last night.
I get my way through the traffic using my shortcut. I drive into the parking lot at the coffee shop.
I check my watch, making sure i have enough time to go in, with enough time to get to school.
7:30 am. perfect, I have at least an hour to get to school.
I walk in and breathe deeply through my nose, letting in the warm coffee bean smell. Quiet piano music is running somewhere in the shop, giving off an aesthetic vibe to the place. A worker is at the cash register, sipping at his own coffee, nearly falling asleep. I walk up.
"Hey, can I get my regular?" I ask.
"Of course, Via,"
All the workers know me. I go here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and maybe occasionally Saturday if i don't have lacrosse practice.
He sits the coffee in front of me, pulling the sides of his mouth up, giving off a tired 'thank you' grin.
I smile back and give him $5.
I look around and see if my favorite spot is open.
It is.
It's a small circle table in the corner of the coffee shop, with a mini window giving off the perfect amount of sunlight.
There's 2 chairs, but i never sit with people. The other is chair probably there if someone were on a date. not me. I'm a single pringle. boys are overrated.
I sit down, closing my eyes, reaching in for a nice, soothing sip of my coffee.
My lips are about to hit the cup, when someone scoots the chair out in front of me. I jerk my eyes open in pure fright, wondering why the hell someone would do that.
I look up to see a tall figure standing there with his hand on the back of the chair. He grins and sits down.
The fluffy curly hair flops as he does. His grin makes me smile and blush.
Realization strikes me right in the chest.
It's Finn Wolfhard.