Imagine #3 - Café

My friend y/f/n told me there is  a new boy working at the local café near school. She said he is really cute and a good match for me. I've to see it myself, because I am really picky when it's about boys. My last class finished and my friend came to me.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the café to buy a coffee."

"And to see the new boy." I rolled my eyes. 

"Sure."

"Ah come on, he is really cute and you would be a good couple."

"Okay okay I know I know. I see you later."

"Yep, see you later. Oh, and good luck," she said while winking at me.

The café wasn't a long walk. It wasn't busy, always a few people. I come here often to study, the boss already knows who I am, I often talk to her about random things. I walked to the counter and waited till somebody came to take my order.

"Ehm hello?"

"Oh sorry I was busy unpacking a box." A boy with blonde hair said while walking to me. He was beautiful. Perfect blonde hair with brown roots, blue/green eyes, perfect teeth. He was just too cute. I didn't noticed I was staring until he said something to me. 

"Love?" I shook my head and blushed. He giggled, oh how I love his laugh.

"Ehm yeah, a large caramel macchiato please."

"Alright, I will bring it to you when it's ready."

"Thanks" I said. I turned around and sat down in a booth near the window. I took my psychology book out of my bag and started reading it. After a short while the boy stood next to my booth.

"Here ya go. A large caramel macchiato á la Niall Horan for the beautiful lady" he said with a wink and a smile. I knew immediately that I was in love with this boy, Niall. I blushed again.

"Thank you Niall. I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"It's my pleasure. Can I sit here?"

"Of course." I answered with a smile. He sat down at the other side of the table.

"What were you reading?"

"Oh this?" I said while holding my book up. "This is my psychology book, I follow some extra classes about it."

"That's really cool!"

"Yeah? Most of the people say it's dumb and people who are following psychology are boring."

"You aren't boring, I can say that. And I don't think it's dumb. Those are people who know what they are talking about instead of saying dumb things. So, it's cool." I smiled again. Because there weren't other customers, the boss said it was okay that he was talking to me. I stayed here till the end of his shift and we went to a restaurant to have dinner. And this wasn't our last date.

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A/N Sorry, this wasn't a long one. Couldn't think of anything else, but I still hope you like it. I will try to write as less authors note as possible, but I like to talk, so that can be a problem. If you have any ideas for a new imagine, please send them. Thanks! x

- Sascha