james wilson imagines and headcanons

ii. asking you out

"(y/n), how are you?"

"i'm fine. and you?"

you never looked up at him, not because you were in a bad mood. you were just insanely focused on what you were doing.

you felt his eyes on you, it was comforting but also raised a question.

"why are you looking at me?"

"how do you know i am?"

"i can feel it."

he smiles, though you are still not looking at him. he placed his file onto the counter beside you, still waiting for you to look up.

"can i help you?" looking him in the eyes.

a slight blush found its way onto your cheeks, it was either the cute smile or the height that really just got something going in you.

"what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"hm, let me think. probably going home, i'll feed my cats and then go to bed." you smile, "i'm super interesting."

"what if i took you out?"

you raise a brow, not sure what to say.

"s-sure."

"alright, i'll pick you up-let's say" he looks at his watch, "-7:00?"

you could only nod, too shocked to say much else. he was proud of himself when he stepped away.