Café | Danny X Female Reader | Short

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Our Drama

You slowly adjust your eyes to the painful sight of the sun's rays, smelling a delightful scent coming from the kitchen. You look at your surroundings, realizing you're not at home.

"What the hell happened last night?" You asked yourself, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. You remove the blankets from your lower abdomen, seeing bandages on your toes. You tilted your head, questioning yourself.

"I'm so confused..." You told yourself, slowly getting up from the bed. You open the door, following the scent of deliciousness. You walked closer towards the smell as the sound of a pan sizzled in the atmosphere. It smells so good.

You finally made it to the kitchen as you sit down on the chair, not paying attention to your surroundings. You rested your head on your hand as your stomach began to rumble.

"Good morning, darling." The voice frightened you as you look up quickly, seeing who it was.
Your eyes widened as you held your chest with your hand. "Danny!?"

He laughed as he placed a dish in front of me. He grabbed an orange juice from his refrigerator, pouring you a glass. "I see you're fully awake. Now, eat up before it gets cold." He said, clapping his hands to hurry you up.

You started picking up the fork, analyzing the dish. It was homemade French toast with scrambled eggs and three pieces of bacon. You slowly took a bite of the French toast; you widened your eyes from the deliciousness.

"This is wonderful, Danny. Thank you so much." You said, chewing on your food.

He chuckled at your reaction, grabbing a napkin from the counter as he wiped the corner of your mouth. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." He smiled at you as he puts the orange juice back into the refrigerator. So caring...

"Um, thank you for the bandages," You said, sipping on the glass of orange juice shyly. "I hope I wasn't too much of a pain."

"Not at all," Danny said, making a plate of food for himself. "You're quite corporative when you're drunk."

"Surprising," You said, looking down at your plate. The memories of last night suddenly crash into your brain. Sadness, loneliness, and anger built up inside of you again.

"Hey, forget about him," Danny said, placing his dish beside you as he sat down. You smiled at his kindness as you continued to eat. It was quiet for a couple of minutes until your phone started to ring. You look at the caller ID with a confused look on your face. You shake it off as you answer the phone. "Hey, mom. Why are you calling so early?"

"Who do I have to kill?" Your mother asked as you widened your eyes, laughing.

"What are you saying, Ma?" You said, laughing uncontrollably.

"I have 21 missing calls with 14 voicemails from your number, who do I have to kill?" She said, repeating her question.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Ma. I was drunk last night." You said, chuckling.

"Oh okay," She says, click her tongue. "Wait, why were you drunk?"

Your smile slowly fades as you think of a way to respond. "Eric and I aren't dating anymore."