Coffee Shop AU

Alana being a great person!

"'Are you a magician? Cause when I look at you, everyone else disappears.'"

Alana just nodded, looking deep in thought. A moment passes, before a grin split her face, and she doubled over laughing.

"Oh my god, Connor! That was so bad!"

"Well it's supposed to be! It needs to make him laugh." Connor huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He wouldn't admit it, but he really appreciated her help.

"Well from everything I know about him, he seems easily spooked. Maybe something a little less, I don't know, something that doesn't focus directly on him?" she tried. Connor narrowed his eyes, hoping he didn't look too angry, and knelt his head on his hand.

"Isn't it supposed to focus on him? That doesn't make any sense."

"Well I have just as much experience in dating as you!"

"So, none?"

"Basically."

Connor huffed again, and wrote another line on the napkin in front of him.

"'I'm not a photographer, but I can picture us together'"

"But... you are a photographer. You are literally going to college to learn how to photograph stuff." Alana pointed out, looking confused.

"So it'll start a conversation."

"What? 'So I know this says you aren't one, but on the off chance you are, are you a photographer?'"

"You are no help whatsoever."

"On the contrary, I am excellent help."

She took the pen from him, and picked up another napkin. Connor tilted his head to read what she was writing.

"If that sentence starts with, 'Do you know what my shirt's made off," I'm never asking for your help again." he threatened. Alana gasped like she was offended. Connor hoped she wasn't.

"I can't believe you'd think so lowly of me." she told him, and was about to go back to writing, when she paused, and picked up another napkin. Connor laughed.

"Suspicions confirmed."

"Shut up."

While she writing, Connor focused on this moment. This was nice, he realised, being able to tell someone to shut up, or insult with the full knowledge that they were joking. He liked it.

"'For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on'"

"I thought we were trying to not spook him?" Connor blinked as he read it, feeling shocked that Alana had written this.

"You're just jealous that you hadn't thought of it."

"Well," Connor shrugged, he couldn't disagree with her there. "Just let me try."

They passed back napkins and pens, their suggestions ranging from,

"'Are you religious? Cause you're the answer to all my prayers.'"

"Let's keep religion out of this. What is he really is religious?"

"Good point."

To,

"Are you sure you're no tired? Cause you've been running through my mind all day."

"He might panic that he looks tired. I mean he doesn't, he's handsome as fuck, but he seems like he would panic."

"Damn it Connor, can't you just fall in love with someone who doesn't freak out at the first sign of attraction?"

"You haven't met him, Alana!"

"Neither have you, technically!"

That shut him up. He hadn't really met Evan, didn't know him. Didn't know if he was straight, or ace, or gay. Didn't know if he'd like Connor back, or if he'd laugh in his face. Connor had been making all these assumptions about him, after one interaction, and several minutes of staring from afar.

"Connor?"

He looked up, to see Alana watching him with a worried expression. He gave her a sad smile.

"You're right."

"Sorry?"

"I don't know him. This is pointless, it's not like he's really going to like me back."

Alana looked heartbroken. It made Connor feel worse.

"Connor, no, I'm so sorry." she almost whispered. "You're getting better, Zoe told me, and we've been sitting here talking for, like, half an hour now. You're a good person, and I like spending time with you. Evan will too. And if he doesn't, then fuck him. You can come to my house, and we'll eat ice cream and watch Bridget Jones' Diary."

Connor gave a small laugh.

"Thanks. That sounds nice."

"And if he does accept, then we'll do it anyway."

Connor laughed louder.