Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

15. The Hallmark Holiday

Sorry it took so long but, you asked for it, you got it: Valentine's Day smut to soothe your filthy soul. :) Based on a prompt I found on Tumblr that I thought was pretty cute: "Imagine Person A of your OTP sitting in a café on Valentines day, alone. Person B sees them, and, feeling bad for them, decides to sit at the same table as Person A and talk with them. They almost instantly fall in love." We're pretending Valentine's Day is on a Saturday. Okay? Okay. FUTCT era.

Pure impulse was what drove Patrick to sit with the man. He'd seen him sitting alone and staring at his coffee blankly and felt a pang of sympathy; being alone on Valentine's Day surrounded by happy couples always sucks. It was a split second decision, and as soon as his butt hit the seat he second-guessed himself. But after a moment of awkward silence, the man looked up and caught his eye, causing his heart to stop as wide brown eyes stared at him. "Can I help you?"

Fuck. No amount of planning could have prepared him for this. "I saw that you were sitting alone and I thought I could keep you company," Patrick blurted. He could feel his face heating up. He held out his hand. "I'm Patrick."

There was a beat of silence where Patrick considered getting up and dashing out of the café before he could embarrass himself any further, but then the man offered a small smile and took his hand. "Pete."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Well, Patrick," Pete began, leaning forward in his seat, "do you want to tell me a bit about yourself?" He flashed Patrick a toothy grin that made his breath catch in his throat.

"Only if you'll tell me about you in return."

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An hour passed, and as cliché as it was, Patrick was certain he'd met his soulmate. They somehow knew exactly how to make each other laugh, had read all the same books, and even though their music tastes were wildly different, they both agreed that live concerts in grimy basements have a special quality about them. It didn't hurt that Pete's smile made his stomach do flips.

There was brief lull in the conversation when Pete tapped on the table for a moment before saying, "I'm guessing you're just as alone as me on this Valentine's Day?"

Patrick laughed. "Yeah. It's fine though, I'm used to staying in and watching cheesy rom-coms by myself."

"That's surprising."

"How so?"

Pete grinned. "You're too charming to be single." Patrick felt his face heat up, and Pete added, "And you're adorable when you blush."

"Well," Patrick began, taking a deep breath, "you're too interesting to be sitting alone in café on Valentine's Day. So. Yeah." Pete turned his head, seemingly hiding a grin. "And you have a beautiful smile," Patrick said softly.

"That settles it." Pete turned around to rummage around in his bag. "I'm giving you my number. And I want to take you to dinner." He pulled out a notebook and scribbled in it before tearing off a corner and handing it to Patrick.

Patrick sat in shock for a moment, then blurted, "Is six tonight okay?"

"Perfect."

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Patrick hadn't been sure what to expect when Pete picked him up later that day, but dinner had gone well. There was never any awkward silence, and when Patrick placed his hand on the table on (another) impulse, Pete took it with a smile. They went for coffee afterwards, mainly because neither of them were quite ready for their date to end. Now they were walking hand in hand back to Patrick's apartment; Pete had insisted on walking Patrick home.