Just some ideas I have but I don't feel like finishing as a book
PLEASE REMEMBER THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE REAL PEOPLE BUT THE CHARACTERISTIC ARE NOT.
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Yoongi is in his late teens early twenties And Y/n is in her mid thirties
"Hi welcome to Caffe Amaro-"
"My, my you are beautiful"
Yoongi looks up at the older woman gazing at him through her oddly shaped sun glasses, he'd never heard someone call him that before... handsome maybe but beautiful? Never. "Um...thank you ma'am" he answers back, she smiles sweetly at him, "I remember a beautiful face when I see one, you must be new here" she slowly pulls the sun glasses down revealing her piercing eyes and young felt his words get caught in his throat. She raises an eyebrow at him until he finally answers.
"Y-yes ma'am"
"With a face like yours, you should be on vogue...you are a bit short though" she eyes him from his feet to his head, Yoongi felt his face get red, he ignores her statement "Wh-what can I get you today?"
"A flat white, I do just adore your flat whites...get one everyday" she spoke slowly, her words felt like silk gliding through his ears and swaddling his brain in a cool warmth...like icy hot inside his body and a chill ran down his back but he easily concealed his shiver as she passed him, her black card, young eyes widen at the glimmer of the shiny piece of plastic. "Is something wrong dear?" she asked as the curves of her lips flip up. "Uh nothing I just...never thought I'd see one of these in real life...I'm sorry that was weird-"
"No, it was not..."
she interrupts him, "Bye handsome" she waves him goodbye before sitting down near a window, the sun radiated off her skin, it was like the sun was a spotlight for her and the customers were extras. "Yo yoongi you okay?" he shakes himself out of his trance his friend and coworker namjoon spoke, "Oh you met Ms. y/n, she's a complete weirdo but a regular here...you'll get use to her, she comes in everyday talks about how she hasn't found some beauty yet and orders a flat white then drinks it at that window"
"She says what?" yoongi looks at Namjoon in confusion, "Yeah she has this obsession with beautiful shit and its just like, turn on the TV have not you seen Saweetie" he laughs and nudges yoongi, who turns back to her with a curious expression. "She's just a weird woman yoongi, you don't have to think too hard about the shit she says" he pats his back before walking away to serve her flat white. Yoongi stares at her until she finally looked up at him, his eyes widened slightly feeling like he couldn't look away from her. Y/n smirked and took a single sip from her flat white and left, when he heard the jingle from the bell on the door he took in an exhale he didn't realize he needed. Yoongi chews on his lip and plays with the card in his hand he jumps realizing he still had her card in his hand. "Uh watch the register for me!" he says to no one in particular and jumps over the counter, he ran out the shop and to her car, he pauses to admire her vintage corvette before he jogs to her passenger side. Y/n rolls her window down.
