If Only You Knew Me... (Whitney Constantine x Male Reader)

Woman Of My Dreams

Y/N's POV:

I just worked my normal day shift, when I saw a blonde woman walk into the coffee shop. The way one man smirked at her already told me that he wanted nothing more than to get in her pants. He then tried to bother her, but she flipped him off.

That bastard left her alone after a few minutes, but not before he gave the blonde his number which she immediately burnt with magic? Maybe I'm just dizzy. Soon, it was just me and her since the shop wasn't busy. I found myself look at her.

I'll be honest. I think she's pretty, but she might be taken already. A man can still dream, right?

The blonde walked up to a table and sat down. I smile my signature smile as I walked towards her table with my notepad.

"Good morning, miss. May I take your order?"

"I'd like a Vanilla Frappuccino with whipped cream, please."

The way she spoke to me told me a lot. She wasn't bitchy and spoiled like the rest of the women in Gotham were. She was very polite, but I feel that something was off with her.

"Comin' right up."

I walk back to the kitchen and get her order ready. When the Frappuccino was ready, I drew a heart with the whipped cream before I went out and gave the blonde her order.

The blonde lady looked at me with a smirk before she looked away nervously. She then took her drink and started to drink it slowly. When she's done, she then focused her attention back on me.

"Thank you so much. What's your name?"

She asked with her angelic voice. Her blue-green eyes shone like jewels in the night.

"I-I am Y/N. Y/N L/N."

I stutter before I mentally facepalm. I can't believe that I stuttered in front of her already. So embarrassing. Ugh...

"I'm Whitney Constantine."

She said as she took a marker out of her trenchcoat and wrote something on her coffee cup. She then handed the cup back to me and I read what she wrote.

Call me sometime ~ Whitney❤️
(xxx) xxx - xxxx

I smile at the note before I look up, only to find that she was gone. I put her number on my phone and saved it to my contacts. I was gonna text her tonight. Since there was gonna be no more customers today, I closed up shop and went home. Don't worry, I kept the cup. However, I then remembered something important.

Wasn't Whitney Constantine married to Bruce Wayne at one point?!

*Time skip. Still Y/N's POV.*

I unlocked the door to my apartment and went up to my room. I took a shower and got dressed before I remembered what I had planned to do. I picked my phone up and texted the girl I met at the coffee shop today.

*Text message.*

Whit: Who is this?

Y/N/N: It's me. The waiter from Starbucks.

Whit: Oh hey. I remember you. I didn't expect you to text me at all, since most men ignore me.

Y/N/N: I may not know you well, but I know for sure those men are idiots to ignore such a charming girl.

Whit: Thanks, it means a lot to me. Say, wanna go out sometime?

Y/N/N: Sure. When are you free?

Whit: I'm free on Friday afternoon. Maybe we can meet up somewhere?

Y/N/N: Sure. Should I come to pick you up at 4pm?

Whit: Sure. I'll be ready by then.

Y/N/N: Good. I'm looking forward to that day already.

Whit: So am I. Anyway, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Y/N.

Y/N/N: I might as well go to bed too. Goodnight, Whitney.

*Text message ends.*

I put off my phone and went to sleep. I obviously dreamt about Whitney. I didn't know what's so amazing about her, but I already liked her. I only met her today and I started to have feelings for her. I couldn't get her out of my mind, and I didn't want to. Maybe Whitney was the woman of my dreams.