Falling For Davidson (A Pete Davidson Imagine)

Snickers.

It was not her fault.

She didn't mean to stare. It wasn't her fault that the vending machine was situated right across from the sketch pitching table. It wasn't her fault that this was the only vending machine that carried her favorite chocolate bar. It wasn't her fault that the door to the sketch pitching conference was crystal clear glass. Nor was it her fault that he was sitting sitting straight across from the door.

It wasn't her fault that she was staring at him. Although, it was her fault that he had caught her staring at him.

Pete had been twirling a pen across his pink lips. He had looked up for a moment and noticed Pamela staring at him from the hallway. He smiled at her and dropped the pen. Davidson excused himself from the loud table and stood up. Panic electrocuted Pamela and she quickly turned around. She unraveled the dollar bills in her sweaty palms and shoved them aggressively into the vending machine.

"You must be hungry, huh?"

The wrinkled dollar bills kept coming out of the slot and she continued to try to put them back, "A girl's got to have her chocolate."

He nodded and watched as she pushed the bills back in forcefully for several seconds. Every time the bills would come out, Pamela would cringe. This was so embarrassing. She just wanted this scenario to be over.

Pete put his hand on top of hers and lowered it. He grabbed the bills and began to unwrinkle them.

"I don't need your help."

"That's a weird way to say thank you."

It was best to avoid his deep brown eyes, "Thanks."

He properly inserted the bills, "What are you feening for today? Butterfingers or a Twix?"

"I actually want a snickers. It's E4."

Pete dialed the designated code, "Good. You're not you when you're hungry."

Pamela lightly rolled her eyes, "Ha-ha. That was so funny that I forgot to laugh. Your jokes are so stale. You're corny, Pete.

Corny but cute.

"I've built my entire career off stupid jokes so if you must know it's working out just fine for me."

Pamela pointed at him, "So far."

He glanced at the chocolate bar that was dispensed, "So is this your lunch?"

"It is my breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Quite the four course meal."

Pamela let out an exasperated sigh, "I woke up late today so I wasn't able to eat anything or pick up lunch. I forgot my wallet and I didn't have enough on me for a food delivery."

"How about you and I go grab dinner after I'm done with this meeting?"

Pamela's eyes widened. Pete was really talented when it came to catching her off guard.

A light blush dusted her cheeks, "How about no?"

"Give me five good reasons why we shouldn't grab a bite to eat. Five and make them solid."

"One. I don't want to be spotted with a celebrity."

He rolled his chocolate toned eyes and scoffed, "Celebrity? Isn't that kind of a stretch?"

"You're on television. You get invited to award shows and interviews with other famous people. You get paparazzi'd right? I think that counts for being a celebrity."

Pete shrugged, "I'm just a regular guy on a regular show doing a regular thing wanting to take an extraordinary girl out for dinner."

A light blush dusted Pamela's cheeks, "That's really nice of you but I just don't think it's a good idea."