Marthe Woertman Imagines

Cafe Barista

Marthe's POV

I work in a cafe as a barista. Currently I was getting tired of serving this one girl that had to make her order so complicated and she was still picking up a fuss. I wanted to roll my eyes so badly but didn't want her calling for my manager so I half listened to her complaints. When she was finally done and went to wait for her drink I took a deep breath in already feeling like my day had been ruined. I looked to the next customer and saw Her. I have a few regular customers but I have to say she is my favourite. She always had the power to brighten up my mood since the day I saw her. I remember the day I first saw her come into the cafe. Her eyes wondered around the cafe in awe, she made me look at the cafe as less then ordinary. When I first spoke to her I could tell she had a bit of anxiety but as she came here more and more she opened up and I knew the real her. She could always surprise me whenever I would find out something new about her and it just made me want to know more and more. Even the days where the cafe was not as crowded and she would talk on and on without a care in the world I would just look at her and admire her. She never noticed though, we talked and laughed together but I never really said anything to make it more than just us talking like friends. Back to now, the second I saw her all my frustration the previous customer caused had washed away. I greeted her with a big bright smile happy to see her and asked "The usual?" She smiles back at me and says "Yes please and I'll get it to go." I was a little disappointed that she wasn't staying to drink her order but didn't show it. Sadly today the cafe was quite crowded so we didn't get to chat like most days. When she got her drink and was leaving she said bye to me and she was on her way. Everytime I saw her walk out of the cafe I couldn't wait to see her the next day.
The next day came and I couldn't wait till I could see her again. She tended to come around the same time everyday so when I heard the bell at the door go off I looked up at the door but instead of just seeing her I saw her and another girl laughing together. I couldn't help but feel jealous that it wasn't me making her laugh. I've never seen this friend of hers before and even though her and I were just friends I couldn't help what I felt. She came up to order and I put on a forced smile "Hey Marthe!" She greeted and most of my jealousy melted away when she said my name. "I'll get.." she started but before she could say her order i finished her sentence for her. I saw a soft blush spread across her cheeks then she asked her friend "What do you want? My treat." Her friend looked at the menu then ordered. They then stood to one side to wait for their drinks. Whenever I would hear her laugh or even her voice I couldn't help but want to be the one making her laugh or the one talking to her. After they got their drinks they left and I hoped that when I saw her tomorrow that she would be alone. That night I stayed up late thinking about actually talking to her and maybe going places to meet up instead of just the cafe.
Next day at the cafe and she comes in a big smile comes onto my face seeing she's alone and looks like she plans to stay in the cafe for maybe a few hours. Even better today the cafe was quite empty. After I made her drink I decided that today I would bring it to her, there wasn't much to do at work today. I took the coffee to her table then asked "Hey can I sit?" She looked at me not expecting that but then smiled and said "Definitely." I smiled and sat down as she continued to draw on her iPad. "What ya drawing?" I ask. "Just some commissions my friends have asked for." She answers like her drawing skills don't scream talent. She is too humble sometimes. A few minutes go by I then softly ask "So..who was your friend yesterday?" Omg it sounded way better in my head. She then looks at me probably confused why I asked but she then said "Oh you mean my best friend?" I then made a ohhh 😲 face then looked down embarrassed. Y/N giggled and said "Why are you jealous?" I looked at her shocked not expecting for her to figure me out so easily but instead of deciding to hide my feelings I let out a sigh and said "Yea." Now it was her turn to look shocked. I then told myself "Ok you got this." not knowing I said it out loud as a Whisper to myself, but before Y/N could ask what I was talking about I said "Look I've liked you more then a friend for a while and I hope you feel the same but if you don't then forget I said anything." I ramble on and when I'm done I put my head down scared to face her and the likely rejection. Heck I didn't even know if she liked women. In my head I was panicking thinking how she will probably reject me and I'll never see her again. But before I could over think more I felt her hand on mine. My thoughts wash away and I look up to look at her in the eyes so she knows I'm listening but there was probably a little bit of fear in my eyes. "Hey calm down. Sorry I didn't answer right away I didn't expect you to say that but (She smiles) I like you too, more than friends." She says giving my hand a squeeze at the end. At that my worries all disappear and I couldn't be happier. Her expression then changes into a smirk "So you were jealous yesterday?" I pout in response not being liked called out but the she adds "Don't worry she's my best friend if anything she was teasing me about you and I was blushing and asking her to stop." I look at her with a 😮 face and let out a breath in relief not realising I was holding in. I smile at her lovingly excited to our many dates to come.