.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Dana Imagine for Anon

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Like I've mentioned before, requests require a name because I just don't like having {Y/N} in these. It's just annoying. You can make up a fictional name, just don't ask for an Imagine without one. I hope you enjoy it, though.

~ Alana

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 You snaked easily throught the crowded New York City streets, stumbling in your heels as you lazily trudge to work. You'd unsuccesfully attempted to hail four cabs, but, with your luck, not one slowed  down for you. You last resort had been walking, much to your dismay. Your feet already ached, and you could stop to change into flats until you got to work.

Your phone buzzes, and you look down, reading the text you've gotten. Your boss reminds you that you're twenty minutes late, and that it's your turn to buy coffee for yourself and your colleagues. You roll your eyes, taking out a wad of cash from your bag adn storming up to the nearest Starbucks.

You walk in, greeted by the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the warm sweets being packed away into a display case. A brownie was tempting, but you willed yourself to not give into it.

You peer to the front of the line. It was crowded, more than usual. You huff, crossing you arms over your chest. At this rate, you'd get fired for sure.

At the front of the line, about six boys were holding up the line. A tall Asian boy, a blond, a buff brunette, a Hispanic boy, a boy with eyeliner and all black on, and a boy with curly hair and a snapback. That was the boy who's eyes caught yours, and after a moment of pure staring, he smiles, blushes, and looks away.

You can't help but blush. He was cute. But you were late, and it wasn't the time for flirting.

He leans over the counter and whispers something to the barista, who then looks at you and nods at him. He pays, and all of his friends leave without giving you a second look. As her passes by you, he brushes up against you ever so lightly with a content smirk, the smile of a boy who knew something that you didn't.

You brush it off as a five second romance, edging your way closer up the line. By the time you get to the counter, you're thirty minutes late.

You smile gratefully, ordering your coffee so quicly that your words are a blur. You extend your hand with the money in it, and the barista shakes his head.

"Your drinks have already been paid for, m'aam."

Your heart freezes. "Wait, what? Who paid?"

He motions towards the door. "That boy that just left? He did."

You stand there for a moment, slack jawed. "O-oh... wow..." You barely knew him, why would he do that?

After a few minutes, you grab your tray of coffee. All of the cups are blank, with the exception of one. You narrow your eyes, picking it up to get a closer look.

You should call me sometime, beautiful ;)

{{ phone number scrawled in black ink}}

~ Dana Xx

Your cheeks heat up. "Dana," you whisper softly to yourself, letting each syllable roll off of your tongue slowly. Taking a slow sip, you realize that the coffee tastes surprisingly sweeter than normal. Then again, maybe it was just your lucky day, after all.

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Hope you enjoyed!

~ Alana