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ice cream shop. ♡ sasuke

naruto oneshots ♡ sasuke ♡ ice cream shop ♡ Pink_Porcupines

I slam my hands on the counter.

"Why do you keep coming here?" I sigh. "You don't even like sweets, and yet you come here ordering a mocha ice cream every other day."

He runs a hand through his raven hair.

Dammit, he was irresistible, but he was making me so confused and frustrated right now.

"I guess I've been taking a bit of a liking to sweets lately."

Oh, that sounded like such a lie, but I didn't say anything about it.

"Well, there's another icecream shop that's closer to your house, and I'm sure it's cheaper, too," I argue. "Why don't you go there, instead?"

He pauses.

"[Y/N], what have I told you about staying on task? You're here to serve customers, not chit-chat with them," I hear my boss yell from across the room, an annoyed look on her face.

"Oh, shoot, sorry," I yell back.

"Dammit, Sasuke, see what you've done? I'm gonna get fired at this rate," I whisper.

He only smirks.

What the hell?

"The icecream shop near my house doesn't have that flavor," he says, referring to my previous question.

"Hold on a minute, last time I checked they definitely di-"

"You heard the woman," Sasuke chuckles quietly. "You're here to serve the customers, not chit-chat with them."

"You little-..." I seethe before sighing and straightening myself out. "You wanted mocha again, right?"

"Yup."

"Cup or cone?"

"I get the same thing every time, [Y/N]. It should be pretty obvious by now."

I glare and pull a waffle cone out of the pile before picking up my icecream scoop.

I can see his eyes on me as I scoop the light brown icecream, and I can't help but stare back.

It's silent, but we're still staring at each other.

I hate to do it, but I break the eye contact to look at what I'm doing.

I walk over to the register, him following me from the other side of the counter, and punch in a few numbers for the cost of the icecream.

"That'll be a dollar fifty," I chirp.

He hands me a bill.

I print out the receipt and hand it and the cone to him simultaneously.

"Don't come again," I say cheerfully.

"Not really the best way to get customers," he deadpans at my statement.

"Just shut up and go away."

He gives me a face that says "whatever floats your boat," and walks away to a small table near the window, and I begin to wipe up the counter to wait for my next customer.

I begin to put the bill that he gave me away, until I realize that it's a five.

And among closer inspection, it has words written on it in pen.

Outside the shop, right after your shift. Alone.

That's what it said.

'This guy,' I think.

He's so goddamn confident in himself that he gives me a 3.50 tip and fucking writes useless notes on money, and in pen, nonetheless.

But what was written on it was even more unsettling.

He wanted to meet me after my shift? Alone? Oh my god.

This hot dude that I met a few months ago just 'cause my friend Naruto dragged him here on one Saturday, wants to meet me alone.

What the hell?

Is this a date?

If my boss saw this bill in the register, she'd never leave me alone about it.

Wait.

Does he like me back?

Actually, since when was I so sure that I loved him?

Oh, shi-

I sigh, looking at the male in the corner of the shop.

I couldn't help but stare at him as he looked out the window, seeming distracted by something outside, maybe daydreaming.

And his pretty lips that landed on his icecream cone once in a while, licking it.

Dammit.

I was really red.

My cheeks were really hot.

I have no idea what's come over me these past few weeks.

Time seemed to stop when he turned his head in my direction, and our eyes met.

Holy shit, the gates have fucking flooded.

The way he stared right back at me was enough to make any girl faint.

I quickly look away, face even redder, and in my peripherals...

I see him smirk.

Oh my god, this man is going to be the end of me.

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