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I HAVEN'T WROTE AN IMAGINE IN A LONG WHILE SO BEAR WITH ME IF IT ISN'T GOOD. . LOL . c:
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(Y/N'S POV)
"Tyson, the orders are in. Where should I load the muffins? And cupcakes?"
He thought for a moment. "I'll unload it love, go take orders from everyone. It's a mess out there and I don't think Ashton is handling it really well."
I smiled and immediately went out to the shop only to find Ash trying to push everyone away.
"Damn it people! This is a coffee shop! We're not gonna run out! Just get in line!"
I chuckled. "Dude, they're not gonna listen to you. C'mon, get their orders and I'll make them."
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After two long hours, we finally had a break. I sat down, exhausted, because I've been moving around non-stop. The shop was about to close any minute and Tyson was just putting the equipment away when a cute boy walked in. He had tattoos all over his arms, curly hair, and was wearing extremely skinny jeans.
"Hi, can I get a chocolate mocha please."
His voice was husky and deep. Two of the many qualities I love.
Ash nodded and went to retrive the bottle of whipped cream while I prepared to make the mocha. When I brought it over to him, he was still struggling with the bottle.
"Ash, how do you no know how to use this?"
He grunted. "No, the thingy is stuck."
I smiled and retrived it from him while he accepted the money.
I pressed down on the 'thingy' but none of the cream came out, so I tried again and when it didn't work, I got frustrated and slammed it against the table. Suddenly, it popped a little and the cream splashed onto the costumer.
I gasped and grabbed a towel.
"Oh my gosh! I-I am so sorry! I didn't mean to!" I exclaimed, wiping the cream off his body while avoiding eye contact with him.
I expected him to scream at me but he just chuckled.
"It's alright love."
I shook my head." No, I'll pay for your dry cleaning! Your shirt is all messed up now, I'm so sorry." I started to panic but I have absolutely no idea why. If I did that to Ash, I probably would've just laughed.
"Well.. You can pay me back by going on a date with me." He smirked.
I paused and glanced awkwardly at him.
Go on a date with him? Or am I just hearing things...
"I-I'm sorry what?"
He smiled. "My name is Harry, and I'd like to take you out on a date."
I bit my lip to hold back a smile.
"I'm (Y/N) and I don't know if I should go on a date with you. You might be planning to destroy me because I ruined your shirt."
He laughed. "Well, if you go, maybe I'll let you off the hook."
Now it was my turn to smirk. "And if I don't?"
He stopped and tapped his chin. "Then maybe I'm gonna have to report you to the whipped cream police and have you thrown into jail."
I gsaped dramatically. "Oh no! Anything but that!"
He laughed. "So, pick you up at 7? Tomrrow night?"
I smiled. "If you're lucky, maybe I'll be here."
He chuckled again and grabbed his drink before shooting me a wink.
"See you at 7 tomorrow." and with that, he walked out.
I sighed happily and turned around revealing Tyson and Ashton smirking at me.
"Girl, no flirting with the costumers." He paused. "But maybe I should give you the day off tomorrow and go get pretty for your date!"
I smiled. "Really?!"
He nodded. "Yeah, knock yourself out love!"
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uuhh and yeah? XD
i can't think of anything else to write for this imagine.
you guys can just imagine how you want your date to be ;D
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