Your POV
I decided to get a quick coffee on the way to work. My usual iced latte. I actually don't give a shit that it's winter time. I want my fucking coffee.
I got out of my car, locked the door and pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear and walked towards the coffee shop.
"Morning, Y/N!" said one of the staff members working behind the bar, I replied with a wave and a warm, friendly smile.
"Iced latte as usual, I suspect?" He asks, winking at me. "You bet!" I laugh, walking towards the seating area.
I notice a man with long, dark, wavy hair sitting down on the couch. He was reading 'Romeo And Juliet' accompanied with a cup of tea.
He was wearing all black. Black shirt, black tie, black blazer, black trousers, black shoes, black socks. He must really like the color black. I may be in trouble.
I quickly look away and choose a seat nearby. I have about 30 minutes before I need to go to work. I just stay here for about 20 minutes to relax.
I set down my bag next to me and rest my hands on the table in front of me, sighing quietly.
"Everything alright, ma'dame?" The guy with the long hair asks me, looking up from his book with a cocked eye.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine, aha. Don't worry about me. Just a stressful morning." I laugh, resting my hands under my chin.
"I know the feeling all too well, miss. That's why I come here. I suspect you do the same?" He asks, pitching his voice at the end in question.
"Correct, sir. I rushed myself too hard this morning even though I have 30 minutes til' I have to be at work" I laugh, fiddling with my hands.
"Ah, please, call me Loki." He smiles, marking his page and setting the book down on the couch next to him. "Life is always stressful. No one's life is perfect. No one's life will ever be, unfortunately" He sighs, correcting his tie with his hands.
As soon as I was about to speak, the barista comes over with my drink.
"Here you go, Y/N....Also, uh..Do..Do you want to go out sometime? Maybe to the movies or something?..." He asks, winking at me confidently.
Loki looks on in confusion.
"Oh, uh...I have to visit my family this week so I don't think I can. I'm sorry." I say, visibly uncomfortable. I don't like him in that way. He's a fuck boy.
"That's fine...." He says, placing my drink down and walking away, getting a laugh from the other barista's.
"Jesus fucking christ..." I mutter, taking a few sips from my drink.
YOU ARE READING
| Marvel One Shot Book | (In the works)
No Ficción(Changed it so I wouldn't run into writers block) Here is my first book! This is an x reader, and the character will be female. My apologies Cis and Trans Boys :(. The POV and tense may vary. May contain smut. May contain fluff. May contain suicide...
