Hate To Love You... (Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

Chapter 14

My lunch break is practically heaven when it comes to days like this.

With a day full of back to back designs and photo shoots one after another, I couldn't wait for the hour break I get. My brain fit to explode into smithereens. My eyes ready to roll out of my head. Stomach grumbling. Tastebuds raring for some food. I couldn't wait for the moment where I could leave the workplace for an hour and forget about everything. Just focus on me, the food infront of me and what's on my newsfeed on Instagram or Snapchat or Facebook. My stomach yearning for food. My mouth watering at the thought of a nice hot drink from the cafe down the street accompanied by a little salad or sandwich (depending on how healthy I was feeling).

My lunch break seemed to be the only place where I could relax. Where I didn't need to worry about what shade of foundation I needed. Where I didn't need to put up with stuck up models thinking they know makeup more than I do. Where I didn't need to think about what design to go for. Lunch breaks were a time of peace and quiet. No worries. No stress. No arguments. No noise.

No annoying models who want to get into my pants...

A small smile plays on my lips as I walk into the small cafe on the corner of the street. The delicious smell of grinding coffee beans filling the air making my mouth water. God, I'd kill for a coffee right now. The tempting smells of freshly heated panini's and sandwiches mixing in with the coffee beans to create a relaxing and mouthwatering environment. My stomach growling in need as I open the door, the bell chiming gently when the door rustles against it, and the scent of cooked sandwiches filling my nostrils.

Placing my phone in my bag, I head toward the counter, smiling happily toward the guy behind the counter who smiles back. Resting my hand against the counter, I look up at the menu and bite my lip in thought as I wonder what I fancy. Do I go for the salad? Or the sandwich?... Or do I spice it up and get a wrap instead? How healthy do I feel today? Or should I leave and get a dirty burger from the diner? No I should stay healthy. I've got fried chicken tonight.

Have to balance it somehow.

Giggling gently to myself, I look toward the barista who grins my way and winks playfully making me cover my mouth with a giggle. This hasn't happened before. The guy clearing his throat gently making me smile slightly flushed.

"What can I get you?" He asks softly, leaning against the counter, resting his head on the heel of his palm, a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Can I have... a chicken melt," I reply with a smile, thrumming my nails against the counter before nodding to myself about what drink I'll have, "And I'll have a pumpkin spice latte,"

"Coming right up," he replies, telling me the cost of my order and takes the money that I slide toward him, the male heading toward the coffee machine to make my coffee while I get my phone out and flick through my social feed, a small hum leaving my lips. Nothing too interesting. Just some selfies of girls at lunch, some guys posing and the odd food post, the barista placing my latte and melt in front of me, "Here,"

"Thank you," I reply, taking the takeaway cup and the melt before heading out the door. A small hum leaving my lips as I pull back the brown bag and take a bite out of the melt, moaning to myself at the taste as I walk down the street, "Mmm, god this is good,"

Humming happily, I take another bite of the melt and swallow down the warm pieces of chicken and cheese. That hit the spot. A small well of sadness pits in my stomach when I finish it, a small pout playing on my lips as I press the brown bag into the bin and start on my latte. That melt was so good. Better get another on my next lunch break. Sipping softly at my latte, I open the doors to my workplace and smile toward coworkers.