Scoutin' You

Gone With The Coffee

It had become an automatic reaction for Y/N to look up from whatever it was that she was doing when the clock hit 12:36, and the door to the coffee shop opened. Long gone were the days where she would have to check the clock for the time.

He walked into the shop clad in a pair of blue, tapered, loose fit jeans that stopped just above his ankles and showed off the white socks and black Vans he was wearing; a white tee and a blue button-up with cars and palm trees on it. With a baker boy hat upon his head. He looked good, and Scout had found herself biting her lip at the sight of him.

She had found it strange, to begin with, his shoes hitting the floor and not making the sound that his boots did. Though when he got to the counter everything felt somewhat normal. He towered over by a good six inches and he had to tilt his head down to look at her, where she could see the shadows hitting his face perfectly. Though things changed when he didn't reciprocate the beaming smile she had offered him. She had instantly gone from being happy to see him to being worried that he wasn't okay.

"Everything alright?" She asked softly, hoping that he was just having a rough morning.

"I'll just have a flat white to go please." He mumbled, leaving Y/N with furrowed brows in confusion at both his demeanour and his order.

"But...but you normally get an americano? You don't like milk in our coffee." He didn't even look at her as he took his wallet from his back pocket to take the money out to pay for his drink.

"Flat white to go, please." He reiterated, not once making eye contact with Scout who stood and stared at him with concern in her eyes.

"Coming right up." She turned around and started to make the coffee, taking a deep breath and squeezing her eyes shut for a couple of seconds to ease the pain behind her eyes.

Her head was still pounding from the hangover that she had been sporting and she hadn't wanted to wake up and go to work after having only 3 hours of solid sleep. Especially when she had opened her eyes at something past three and couldn't remember how she had gotten home. It wasn't often that she got so drunk that she couldn't remember what had happened before she was in bed, and she was beyond confused because normally if she had gotten home drunk she wouldn't have gotten herself a glass of water and a bucket in case she was sick.

The only thing that had made her feel somewhat better about having to go to work was the thought of seeing Harry. Until she had seen him.

Harry stood in complete silence while she made his drink. He didn't offer her any conversation and was too busy on his phone to see her put the hot liquid on the counter in front of him.

"Would you like any cake as well today?" She asked tentatively, pulling him from whatever he was looking at, "I made the apple one especially for you."

"No thanks."

"Well, that's £3.25 then, please." Harry handed the money over before putting a £10 note in the tip jar and picking his drink up.

"Keep the change." With that, he left the shop, leaving Y/N confused, dumbfounded and somewhat disheartened.

Harry left the coffee shop and walked to his car, passing a bin on his way and dropping the coffee into it. He couldn't drink the coffee, he hated milk in it and he didn't know why he didn't just order his usual drink. Maybe it was because he hadn't expected Y/N to be there. He had expected her to call in sick after the previous night but clearly, he underestimated her.

When he saw her standing behind the counter with her hair in a bun atop her head, a few stray pieces falling around her face and her eyes a little dimmer than usual, his breath hitched. She looked comfy in her outfit, her black jeans hugged her legs perfectly and the loose fitting, black v-neck looked like it would be soft to the touch. They had matching shoes on too, her own pair of black Vans on her feet for ultimate comfort. He thought she looked angelic and all he wanted to do was smile at her and go about their usual routine when he went to the coffee shop. But he didn't.