>>Ay, Mi Amor!<< (Miguel Rivera x Reader oneshots)

But a shoeshine apart.

[Guys, I'm finding it so hard to juggle two stories at one time Dx Help a gal out, here.]

[They're your own age.]

[Y/L/Y/C: Your length, your colour.]

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(Summer, plaza, really hot.)

Miguel places his shoe shining equipment down, and lays on the ground, where the cooling shade towers over him.

He squints to check the public clock, which is imbedded onto the tallest building in the plaza.

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(2:30)

Then he puffs out a heavy sigh, and quietly mutters to himself.

(Him) "Only two and a half hours, now."

Before he leans against the stool for customers, and his eyes begin to droop.

He resists the urge no longer, and the world around him starts to fade, as he falls asleep...

Before he hears the faint muffles of a voice, the voice of a female.

(?) "E-Excuse me?"

(Him) "Whu-?!"

Miguel jolts up, and sees before him, a girl, around his age, with Y/L/Y/C hair.

[Your P.O.V]

(You) "I am so so sorry to wake you up, but your sign says you shoeshine? I have some pretty bad scuffs."

(Him) "O-of course! Just sit right here, señora!"

(You) "Yes, thank you so much!"

You neatly place yourself on the little stool. And wait patiently... to see the boy staring at you.

You accidentally acknowledge his stare, with a shocked expression, causing him to pull a shocked expression.

Despite the plaza being crowded, it felt awkwardly silent.

You clear your throat, and avert your gaze from his own, as he grabs black/white/brown shoe polish.

He holds your leg up a little, to get a better view of the scuff, in which your cheeks already start turning pink.

You realise it was a bad idea to get your shoes shined by a cute boy...

(Him) "Yeah... this is a pretty bad scuff.
H-how'd it happen?"

(You) "I... Fell."

You say, before you nervously laugh a little.

(Him) "Ah, falling sucks. I'm sure this will be fine with a little polish on top."

The boy says, as he starts to apply the inky solution.

Once again, an awkward silence dawns upon you both.

The boy initiates conversation, once again.

(Him) "I've... never seen you around here before. A-are you new here? Or..."

(You) "Oh, uh, no. I-I'm just here on vacation."

(Him) "I see, for how long?"

(You) "Two weeks, actually, which is a pretty...
long time."

(Him) "It is!"

He says as he chuckles.

. . .

That's it. You attempt to break your confidence boundaries and speak yourself.

(You) "....W-what's your name?"

(Him) "Miguel. You?"

(You) "Y-Y/N."

Again, you awkwardly giggle a bit.

(Your Mind) "Man, I have got to stop being such an awkward sausage."

[Get the reference? ;D]

Miguel places down the brush, and picks himself up.

(Him) "Well, that should be about done. It looks a lot better now."

(You) "Thank you so much!"

You say, before clawing through your purse to find the right change.

(Him) "No, it's on me."

You look at Miguel in awe.

(You) "Oh, no. I-I couldn't!"

(Him) "Don't worry about it. B-but you couuuuuld repay me by visiting me tomorrow?"

Your cheeks become as red as Mimi's shirt.
[sorry]

(You) "O-Of course! That sounds really fun!
I-I'll see you tomorrow, M-Miguel!"

(Him) "Bye!"

You dash back to the holiday apartment, you hug your pillow, and kick the air with your legs!

(Sibling) "What on earth happened to you?!"

(You) "Something awesome...!"

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