Hey guys its meeeeeeeeee
Just a reminder that I am writing this fanfic because i love sokeefe and I want to practice writing to get better, and that is why it's kinda terrible.
Thank you to all the people who vote and leave comments! It really means a lot to me.
Onto the story!
Ah, Autumn.
In Keefe's opinion, it was the absolute best season. He loved every aspect of it, the leaves of flame, the cool, brisk breeze, the sweaters. As he unlocked his bike from the rack and threw his leg over the seat, he couldn't help being in a good mood. The wind swept in, swirling the multicolored leaves around in the air as he took off, pedaling down the street slowly. He took his time, admiring the scenic apartments reflecting on the lake in the park, taking in the subtle scent in the air, like honeysuckle and rain.
He listened to the satisfying crunch of crisp leaves under his wheels, the early morning chirp of the birds and the chit-chit of squirrels racing up trees.
It was the most perfect day.
Keefe slowed down, braking as he reached his quaint little shop. Locking his bike on the rack, he looked up as his shop, hands on his hips.
"Looks like it's just me and you, old girl," Keefe said, patting the brick exterior, proceeding to take out his keys and unlock the door. The dark green door swung open and Keefe step inside, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the coat hook. He grabbed his apron and notepad, keeping the pen in between his teeth as he tied his apron. He walked to the counter, opening the cashier and prepping everything for the day that lay ahead.
"Ow."
Keefe smiled, momentarily pausing his preparations to peek into the storage closet.
"The creamer fell on you again, didn't it?" Keefe questioned his best friend, Fitz, who was currently juggling three mugs and a bag of coffee beans.
"Yeah."
Why'd you come so early, anyway?" Keefe questioned, resuming his work, cleaning the counters.
Fitz carefully placed everything on the floor, grabbing a broom to sweep up the sugar that he had spilled.
"We have to prepare for a certain someone don't we?" Fitz said absentmindedly, smirking slightly. Keefe flushed red as he counted the money in the register, trying to ignore Fitz's comment.
"Plus, she's like our only customer," Fitz reminded him, hefting the beans onto the counter.
Keefe scratched the back of his neck nervously. "We really have to do something about that."
"Mm hm."
Soon, the coffee shop has started to smell like caffeinated heaven, and Keefe left his position at the counter to top the finishing touches. He dusted all of the wooden stools near the large window that gave everyone the most perfect view of the transforming trees over the lake, he switched on the twinkle lights above the vintage, worn out sofa, and rearranged the flowers on the tables.
Perfect.
Keefe returned to his stool behind the counter, sipping his americano as he watched the golden clock above the window tick.
She always came at 8:15.
Fitz idly continued refilling the paper straws and milk, (a/n save the turtles;)) scuffling his feet along as he moved.
Keefe was still stationed behind the counter, sketching an idea for a flyer on the back of their electric bill. He moved the pencil on his paper distractedly, filling in the letters on the flyer.
It's a brew-tiful day! Come to the Lost Cities coffee shop, it's a keeper.
After rereading his flyer, Keefe mentally groaned. Even him, the master of puns, couldn't handled that kind of cheese.
He scribbled over the flyer, chucking it into the recycling.
The bell over the door rang, and Keefe quickly scrambled to get all the paper off the table while Fitz raced behind the counter.
It was 8:15.
Fitz nudged Keefe. "Now's your chance, dude," he whispered as he slunk into the storage room, winking as he slyly walked away.
Keefe turned around, and sure enough, really cute latte girl was walking toward him. His heart fluttered in his chest he met her eyes and smiled shyly. She opened her mouth to repeat her order, but Keefe already knew it by heart.
"Cinnamon latte with whipped cream and caramel drizzle and extra sugar, coming right up!"
She smiled as Keefe scrambled to start making her drink, taking a seat on the comfy maroon armchair in the corner.
As Keefe started the coffee machine, he snuck glances at her. She was absolutely beautiful. Her long blonde hair was swept over her shoulder, one earbud was still in her ear, and her chocolate-honey brown eyed were focused on her book.
As Keefe stared, she suddenly looked up an caught his eye.
Keefe flushed bright red and cowered under the coffee brewer, cursing at himself for letting her catch him staring. He continued to make her drink, careful to keep his eyes off her. He could feel her soft gaze on him and blushed even harder, now the color of a ripe tomato.
He grabbed a coffee cup and pulled a pen from behind his ear, drawing a little sketch of her in the chair on the cup, pondering over which cheesy coffee pun he should use.
He searched through his head, deciding to go with a classic.
Thanks a Latte! 😊☕
He poured the coffee into the cup and was about to ring the bell when he heard Fitz calling for him.
"Pssstttt. PPPSSSSSTTTT. KEEFE."
Keefe rushed over to him.
"Don't lose your chance, dude." He whispered into his ear. "Go."
He scrambled back to the counter and contemplated his options, twirling his pen.
Do it, Keefe. Do it.
Keefe quickly scribbled his phone number and rang the bell before he could lose his nerve. She looked up from her book and strolled over to grab her coffee. Keefe's heart was leaping in his throat.
She grabbed her coffee and pulled out her wallet.
"Oh no, this one's on the house. Just tell me your name."
"But-"
"I insist."
"I- It's Sophie," she said softly, ducking her head shyly.
"Well Sophie, do come back soon," Keefe told her, winking.
Sophie smiled as she noticed the phone number scrawled on her cup. "I will." She smiled gently once more as she made her way out the door.
"Well well, score one for the Keefster, huh, " Fitz said, leaning on the door frame.
"Shut up," Keefe muttered, shoving him. Fitz smirked as they both broke into laughter.
"Hopefully your puns don't scare her off."
I did it. Woohoo.
