Dave Franco Imagines

Café

A/N: this was requested on tumblr quite a while ago, became one of my favourite two part imagines i ever made.

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The smell of freshly brewed coffee catches my nostrils as I enter the small, indie-themed café. I take a deep breath happily like a real coffee addict, when I feel the familiar calmness spread through my veins because of the oh-so-loved smell.

I look around, gladly noticing that my favourite table at the back of the room, next to the furthest window is left free, as if it's waiting only for me.

I quickly walk towards the wood furniture, placing my coat and scarf on one of the chairs as a signal that it's taken before stepping to the counter to ask for the coffee I always order.

The girl behind the counter only glances up and she already recognises me, a smile appears on her face as she moves to start making a coffee for me.

"The same as usual, am I right? How are you today?"

"Yes, exactly. I'm great, thank you, a little tired." I answer, smiling back at her.

"I'm glad." She beams up at me, pausing for a moment before speaking up again, finishing up the final touches on my order. "Let me tell you, today has been absolutely crazy. So many people came, a couple celebrities as well."

"Oh, really? I haven't seen anyone." I quickly look around to see if there is anyone famous, but don't catch sight of anyone except the bored businessmen and hippie-looking writers typing away on their laptops.

"It's quite a surprise that your table stayed free to be honest. Some movie is being shot near here, all the crew and film makers come to take a drink. Which is of course great, because the more orders, the more money, and also you can meet a lot of famous people, but you know, I can't take a rest if there are so many people..." She hands me the reusable paper cup. "Have a nice time here as usual and enjoy your drink."

I stroll back to my table, sitting down. A happy sigh escapes past my lips as I finally taste the hot beverage on my tongue, and I quickly reach in my bag with my free hand to take my book out of it. It almost opens up by itself at the page I finished reading the last time due to having been read a few times already.

Calmness spreads all over me right away, making me forget all my problems and nervousness as I take in the words from the lovely smelled pages.

Not many minutes later I suddenly hear a gentle cough from above my head as a body appears in the corner of my eyes standing next to me. I look up to see a man standing there with a cup similar to mine in his hand.

"Hello. Sorry for disturbing, can I sit down? If it's not taken, of course."

"Oh, sure, yes." I quickly answer, pulling my things closer to me on the wooden surface to free up more space on it.

"Thank you." He smiles and as he sits down, a strange feeling comes over me. I know this man. "I'm Dave by the way."

And all of a sudden I know why he seemed so familiar.
He's Dave Franco. The Dave Franco. I'm sitting at the same table with a famous actor.
All these thoughts run through my mind swiftly as the wave of recognition hits me, but I'm quick to recover from this feeling of shock and try to act like I don't know who he is.

"Ugh, I'm... I'm Y/N."

"Beautiful name." He announces, then takes a sip of his drink. "Mmm, it tastes so good."

"Yeah, this place is the best in town." I slowly drink mine as a shy smile spreads across my face.

"You come here often?"