austin from homescapes x reader

chapter 1

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you are at the local coffee shop, Bean Juice, when all of a sudden, you spot him. The tall, elegant man, with deep hazel eyes and balding brown hair standing behind the counter. You approach the front of the line, and read his name tag. it reads "Austin"           

  you place your order of a macchiato with 17 pumps of cinnamon and extra foam and non dairy whipped cream with a vanilla swirl. When he is done making it he calls out "y/n!" and gives you a vanilla bean frappe but with no vanilla bean and instead of milk it's orange juice

you were so angry. How could this beautiful man be so stupid? How could he mess up my order so bad? I felt the rage build up inside of me. I did not need this right now, I just wanted my coffee. I looked up at the counter at him, then back at my ruined drink that I paid $16 for. I stood up rather violently, knocking over my chair with a loud clatter. I grasped my drink, not fully aware of what I was doing but I just knew he needed to know how angry I was. I stormed up the counter and screamed "AUSTIN!" He looked up at me, surprised, and his stare sent chills down my spine. Ignoring them, in a blind rage, breathing heavily, I ripped off the cover of my drink and threw the orange juice mixture onto Austin. He tried to dodge but he was too late. The cup collided with his forehead and the liquid began to seep down his body 

The last thing I saw was his surprised face, his mouth open in panic. Holding my head up high as everyone in Bean Juice stared at me, still in a rage, but a bit more satisfied, I turned and left. Walking out to the sidewalk I tried to search for my car. As I stood there, I heard a voice. "Uhh, excuse me?" I whipped around, ready to pummel anyone who was about to judge me with my black belt ass. But I stopped short. It was Austin. "Uhh, I know you probably don't want to talk to me..." he was very shy, he looked down at his feet as he spoke. "But I just wanted to say I'm sorry..." he looked at me. "I think was just so struck by your beauty that I messed up.." I felt my face start to turn red. "Please, forgive me." Austin whispered, still looking intently at me

We stood in silence for a moment as we looked at each other, him waiting for me to answer. The liquid was still *-/dripping down his face. I sighed and for a brief moment questioned whether I should forgive him. However, I remembered my anger and made a decision.

"No." I said with as much rage and disappointment I could fit into the one word. His eyes dropped to his feet and his lip quivered, just a little bit. He started walking away from me, dragging his feet. I guess his shift was over? Because he went out into the parking lot. I watched him go. I saw him go to a car that was parked right next to mine... it was pink, the color was brighter than his eyes. I could make out his license plate reading "HMSCPS" and a bunch of colorful bumper stickers on the back of his car. One was a high quality close up of his beautiful face. Another was a picture of a fluffy grey cat. Another had a picture of a coffee cup with orange liquid inside with a large red "x" over it. Wow, he must really feel bad. I stood there on the sidewalk and watched him drive away. He drove out of the parking lot, almost running over like 3 people because he was crying. I almost felt bad...

Later that night at around 11 pm, I was sitting in my living room watching tv. It was dark and chilly outside, the wind was quite strong. Suddenly, I heard a quiet knock on my front door and I jumped, and my breath got caught in my throat. I listened. Another knock. Stronger this time. I got up and started walking towards the door. The knocks got louder and faster. "Okay okay!" I said, hurrying to the door. I turned the doorknob and swung open the door. 

There, standing on my porch, the dim orange light highlighting his face, was him. Austin.