Katie McGrath/Reader

Coffee - Katie McGrath

Katie Pov:

"Katie, did you get her order?" My coworker, Melissa, request, nodding over to a woman with a familiar face and the sunshine hitting (Hair Color) hair making her look like a goddess. Sitting at a table near the window, the stunning, goddess held a menu in her hand, scanning with her bright (Eye Color) eyes.

"Oh, I know her order, " I tell Melissa as she stole looks with her ocean eyes on the goddess.

"Do you, Katie?" Melissa asks, I nod. "Do you also know her name, by any chance?" Melissa asks again tucking her golden blonde hair behind her ear. I started to laugh.

"Unfortunately, no. I just give her a nickname instead. She never mentions her name, " I tell her, grabbing a cup from the top shelf of the kitchen, write (Nickname) on the cup, then filling it with fresh (Your Favorite Favorite Drink). "I will be right back," I say.

Your Pov:

I see the cute barista carry the cup towards me and place it in front of me. I smile up at Katie. "I have not even ordered yet, " I tell her, smiling to ear to ear showing my pure white teeth.

"You always order (Your Favorite Drink),"  she says, I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Good memory, " I say in a smooth voice. She smiles and I smile back like a mirror.

  "It’s part of my job, "  Katie tell me flattening her green apron, she feeling flustered as my  (Your Eye Color) eyes follow Katie. She tucking a dark brown hair behind her ear. "Let me know when you are ready to order, " she said, and excuse herself to the kitchen. I nod. I looked at the cup Katie give me, she wrote (Nickname) again. I laughed, how cute the nickname she gives me.

When Katie glance in my direction, her emerald green eyes meet mine (Eye Color) eyes and I smile at her. She took a plate of pancakes to a table of two, then set a fresh batch of chicken tenders beside an elderly woman seated behind the couple.

She looks over at my (Eye Color)-eyed again, I wave, beckoning Katie over to my table. "I am ready to order, "  I told her.

Katie Pov:

"What can I get for you?" I ask, flipping open my notepad.

"Chocolate chip waffles, please," she says.

"Anything else?" she shakes her head. I wrote her order down, then put my pen into my green apron. "No pancakes, today?" I ask her.

"No pancakes," she says with a wink, "it seems I am becoming too predictable, "  she grins.

"You, predictable?" I ask, "what, never."  I smile, taking her menu from her hand. My fingers brush against her, and my heart skips every beat. "I’ll be right out with those waffles of yours." I feel her (Eye Color) eyes glaze on me, as I head to the kitchen.

*10 minutes*

I clear off the table, where the couple had been sitting. Then go to the next one over. From the corner of my green eyes, I see her watch me as I take an empty plate from the elderly woman and return to the kitchen.

When the head chef tells me the waffles will be done in two minutes, I wait. Melissa joins me in the kitchen. "What did she order? Did you already knew it?" She muses.

"No, she said it seems like I am becoming too predictable. ” I tell her, trying not to laugh.

"She is even funny, I like it,” Melissa comes. I nudge her in the rib and her giggles. “You are so lucky! The cutest ones always sit in your section,” she sighs. I give her a tight hug, we started to pull apart.

"It’s not like she’s making any moves, " I tell her.

"Not yet, "  Melissa says wiggling her eyebrows, and then leaves the kitchen with a tray full of plates.

"Katie, the waffles are done!" The head chef calls. I take the waffles and grab some strawberries to lay on the side of the hot plate.

I place the plate of steaming hot waffles down in front of her. "Careful, the plate is hot," I warned her before she reaches for them with a smile on my face.

"Thank you, " she says, unraveling her silverware.

"Need anything else?" I ask. Then I notice her empty cup. "I’ll be right back, " I say before she can answer.

I return with (Your Favorite Drink) and fill her cup to the midway point. She smiled up at me. "Thanks, " she says, her eyes glowing with delight.

"My pleasure," I tell her. Then I leave the drink on the table and return to the elderly woman.

*5 minutes later*

Your Pov:

When I finished with my waffle. I have gotten a call from the office to come into a business meeting. I want to ask Katie to lunch sometime, I just wrote a note with my phone number. Then pay for the coffee, food and a tip for Katie, of course! I quickly left, heading to the office.

Katie Pov:

I am busy with myself with other tables for a while, and when I look back, I notice the (Your Eye Color)-eyed woman is gone. I rush over and notice she has left a hundred and a fifty on the table along with a note on top. She overtipped. And also overpaying.

The note read:

Katie, You are always such a pleasant server. I love your smile and your work ethic. I thought I might surprise you with a note. Maybe I could surprise you with lunch tomorrow?

Here’s my number: 809-2681

I love the cute nickname you give me but my name is (Your Name) by the way! I will be waiting for your texts :)

I slip the note into my pocket with a smile, along with the hundred-dollar bill. Hoping the surprises may continue…

Author Notes:
Hello, I just want to separate the two of them in a separate book to make it easier for me.

- P.