You worked at a small café, called The Hole. It was never a really busy store.
One day you was working, a boy walked in and you thought he was stunning. So when you took his order you got nervous and stuttered a little.
As you gave him his drink he asked you your name, which of course you told him, and then he asked for your number, which you gladly gave him.
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Ian (Charles) Dickinson Imagines
FanfictionJust some random ole imagines about your favorite boi. This book cover wasn't done by me, it was done by @storedbyme her Instagram is also _.daily._.riverdale._.memes._ :)) Copyrights ©aqua_child 2018
