Arthur Morgan | OneShots

The coffee shop

He walked in and sat down at the table next to the window. From your observations, the man liked nature, he was carrying a satual, most men didn't. He had a few flowers and stems hanging out of his jeans pocket, and his hair was messy, as if he had just got done hiking. You admired this silly style of his, it was... charming. The waitress walked over to him, and asked

"The usual sir?" with a dainty smile.

"Yes please maam" he said, taking his rather round glasses off and neatly folding them. He closed the book he was reading, and of course it was poetry. That seemed to fit him well.

You took this as a chance to go say hello, you were deeply intrigued. Just as you were getting up, your heart skipped, it seemed as if the very man you were about to go greet was heading right towards you.

You quickly sat back down.

"Hey there miss" He spoke, his voice was clean, beautiful, charming.

"Hello sir" You said shyly.

"You can uh- sit if you'd like" you offered, making sure to keep your cool.

"Why that is very kind, but please, call me Arthur" he pushed his glasses back on, making sure they were snug against his nose.

"Alright... Arthur it is" you smiled

The two of you talked for a while, until the shop closed infact. You really enojyed his company, he made you feel sane, normal, special.

"Well this has been quite a day hasn't is y/n?" he asked, paying for both of your orders.

You smiled "Yes it has"

"I know we just met but would you maybe want to do this again sometime?" He asked, clearly very nervous.

"I would love too Arthur" you smiled.

Sorry this one sucks...

wanted to write, had NO muse.

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Also please don't mind my typos and lastly....

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