timothée chalamet imagines

stranger

your pov

"Hi, I'll have a large iced latte." I ordered at the counter.

"One large iced latte, $4.50 please." the barista said.

I was on my way to work and Starbucks was always busy, it was morning rush.

"Thank you." I said taking back my card.

I moving out of the line and waited for my drink.

Ten minutes passed and I scrolled deep through my phone, trying to pass time.

"Y/n!" the barista yelled.

I looked up and saw my drink on the counter. I walked toward it, grabbed it and took a sip as I walked toward the door.

There was a sudden bump between a stranger and I. Coffee spilled all over us both.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." the stranger frantically said.

"No, it's fine." I shook my head.

"Here." he said grabbing napkins.

We both cleaned ourselves off and wiped down the floor.

"So much for waiting in that line huh?" he joked.

I looked at him and laughed.

"Yeah."

He took off his sunglasses and looked at me.

His eyes were green and sparkly. Long lashes, light freckles. Chiseled nose, sharp jaw.

Gorgeous.

"Please, let me buy you another one, please." he said opening up his wallet.

I shook my head no.

"It's fine, I'm late for work anyway. I'll be back for another tomorrow." I said getting up and tossing the cup away along with the napkins.

"Please, I'm so sorry." he asked.

"It's fine, honestly. Thank you for the offer though.."

"Timothée." he said.

"Timothée."

He raised his eyebrow.

"Y/n" I smiled "I'm sorry, I'm really late. I have to get going."

"I can't let you go without making up for it. Let me take you out to dinner, something?" he insisted.

I debated and thought for a second.

1.) I was already late for work.
2.) My clothes were ruined and wet.
4.) He was fine as hell.
3.) Why was he so invested in making up for a $4.50 latte spill?

"Okay." I sighed and dug through my purse for my business card.

He grabbed it and smiled. "I'll call you."

"I'll be waiting for your call then." I said and ran out the door.