Your shift had just barely started when the flood of customers came in.  You normally didn’t work the opening shift on Saturdays at the coffee shop, but Aria had need to trade shifts so you’d helped her out.  The rush started out slow, but soon enough, the line was almost out the door and you felt harried. As you took orders and gave people their change back you made a mental note to never trade for the Saturday morning shift again. Somewhere in the midst of the rush, you’d become a robot; taking people’s orders and money without really looking at them or giving them a second thought.  

“I’ll take a vanilla iced coffee,” said a voice that broke you from your trancelike state.  Your eyes flicked up to the customer in front of you and you paused. His blonde hair was swooped over the tan skin of his forehead.  Lovely brown eyes were set into his handsome face, but aside from his height the most striking thing about him were the dimples that graced his face.  

You shook yourself out of your admiration of the handsome man in front of you and punched in his order, telling him the total.  He handed you the money and shot you a smile, flashing those dimples again. You found yourself watching him as he walked away to wait for his drink.  You filled three more orders when your manager came over to you.

“Y/N go take your break now.  I’ll cover the register for a bit.” she said, gently pushing you out of the way.  “I know how overwhelming the Saturday morning shift can be if you haven’t worked it before.”  

You smiled appreciatively at her and made your way to the backroom.  You hung up your apron on a hook and grabbed your wallet; the siren call of caffeine too strong to resist.  The rush had finally died down some so you didn’t have to wait long when you got in line. When you reached the front, you ordered your usual. While you waited for your drink at the other end of the counter you looked around.  Standing patiently wasn’t something you were good at; waiting was fine, but you felt awkward and uncomfortable just standing.

You were surprised to see the dimpled man from earlier sitting at a table alone.  He was sitting with his back against the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him. A book was in one hand, his iced coffee in the other. You were still staring, when his eyes suddenly flicked to yours. Embarrassed, you looked away, heating breaking out over your cheeks. You glanced back and he was still looking at you, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Your name was called and you grabbed your drink. Most of the seats were full; groups of friends and couples occupying most spaces. You could always go to the back room and sit by yourself, but you found that you were craving human interaction. You glanced toward Dimples as you'd taken to calling him in your head. He had set down his book and was staring at you, head cocked to the side. When he realized you were looking at him he smiled and waved you over.

"You can sit here if you want," he called out, gesturing to the open seat across from him. Almost as if your feet had a mind of your own, they carried you toward the man before you'd given yourself a chance to decide if you wanted to join him or not. He smiled up at you as you pulled out the chair and sat.

"I'm Namjoon," he said, extending his hand toward you. "It's nice to meet you. . ."

"Y/N," you answered, grasping his hand. "Its nice to meet you, Namjoon."

He ducked his head and you could have sworn you saw a flaunt blush staining his cheeks. You took a swig of your drink trying to give him time to collect himself.

"What are you reading?" You asked after a moment. He looked up at you then, eyes shining in excitement. He immediately started telling you all about the book; his enthusiasm and passion piquing your interest in the book. Before you knew it, your break was over and you needed to get back to work.

"I'm really sorry, Namjoon," you said rising from your seat. "I wish we could talk more, but I need to get back to work now." Disappointment flashed across his face for a moment, but was soon replaced by something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"That's okay, Y/N." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I don't know what you have going on this afternoon, but maybe when you get off work we could go grab a bite to eat?" You were momentarily speechless.

"Like a date?" You asked, being more forward than you typically were. He blushed and ducked his head.

"Only if you want it to be a date." He said softly, looking up at you through his lashes.

You nodded happily. "I would love that Namjoon!"

A smile split his face at your enthusiastic reply. You quickly made plans with him to meet up again after your shift was over. As you made your way to the backroom you decided that maybe the Saturday morning shift wasn't so bad after all.

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