Interracial Imagines and Oneshots [HIATUS]

Coffee Shop 0.1

>>BWLM (Black woman x Latino man)

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Adrian

(Y/n) breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way into the cozy café, thankful that she had made it before the rush hour started. She walked briskly towards the semi-short line and waited patiently for it to move.

She was having a pretty crappy day so far and the English essay that she had due the day after tomorrow wasn't making her growing headache any better. She came here because she knew the only thing that could lift her spirits right now was her favourite macchiato from Nutty Eden, a café that thankfully wasn't too far from her apartment.

Her relief was short-lived however, as she watched the female barista check her watch before switching places with another younger barista, one that Lylah knew all too well.

"Well if it isn't my favourite customer. Just can't get enough of me can you?" he teased

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him before scoffing and flipping him the bird.

"Can I order or not?" she asked annoyed. She was not in the mood for his bullshit.

"The usual?" He asked, obviously amused by her reaction. Seeing her quizzical expression, he gave her a dimpled smile before resting his elbows on the counter.

"One iced caramel macchiato, two shots, extra caramel and foam with a hot cinnamon roll," He recited, his hazel eyes watching her face for a response. She looked taken aback, then paused and squinted her eyes.

"Did you memorize my order?"

"It wasn't that hard to remember sweetheart," he replied as he grabbed a cup and caramel sauce. "Besides, it's kinda hard to forget it when you order the same thing twice-sometimes thrice- a day."

(Y/n) bit back a response. He wasn't wrong though, she'd been ordering the same thing for weeks now.

"You do know this much sugar isn't good for you, right? I mean don't get me wrong I love sugar and caffeine as much as the next guy but don't you think you've had enough?"

She grit her teeth.

"Not to mention how fat it might make you, as a matter of fact, you actually look a little chubbier than the first time we met,"

(Y/n) gave him a harsh glare as he continued to prepare her drink. If looks could kill, he would be pushing up daisies by now.

Who the hell was he to talk about her like that? She knew she had been putting a few extra pounds but come on it she wasn't getting that chubby. Was she? She subconsciously looked down at her tummy.

His eyes followed her movements and quickly added," It's not like you look bad or anything cause you look great, but I'm just saying, maybe you should try something healthier like our granola yogurt or a fruit drink,"

At this point, (y/n) wasn't sure if he was subtly insulting her, awkwardly flirting with her or trying to earn extra cash by getting her to buy something more expensive.

"Okay dude, I don't know what your problem is but I didn't come here to be lectured by you about my dietary habits. I came here for a coffee. The same coffee that you've been taking your sweet little time making over there," she snapped. She checked her watched and sighed at the time. "Look, just do us both a favour and hurry up. Rush hour is about to start soon and I do not want to be here for it,"

The brunette grinned as he made a flower with the caramel sauce before placing the finished drink on the counter. "My problem? Sweetheart, you buy the same thing twice a day, every day. You think that's normal? If anything you're the one that has a problem. I think you're obsessed."

"I'm not obsessed!" she yelled, getting more annoyed by the second. "I can stop whenever the fuck I want-" she paused, squinting to read his name tag. "-Adrian."

He scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it, chubby bunny," he replied removing a cinnamon roll from the display case and putting it in a pastry box.

"That'll be-" she didn't let him finish as she slammed down a twenty, grabbed her stuff and with a final glare, stomped out.

'Fuck this shit' she thought, as she left, with no intention of ever going back.