Prompt m: Credit To Owner
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like larry stylinson.
You: (reading? xx) Louis was an omega. He carried all the omega traits; he was petite and small, all of his features were dainty, eyelashes thick and eyes a beautiful ocean blue. His hair was caramel-colored, always swept to the side, and his cheekbones were almost permanently hollowed in. From his looks and appearance, he was the /definition/ of a typical, gorgeous, trophy-husband omega. But oh, he wasn't. Louis had run away from home at eighteen years old, and he'd managed to get himself a job at a café, as well as a cheap apartment in one of the most shady apartment-buildings in London. Omegas were desired, and for an omega to walk alone anywhere without anybody to protect them, was basically screaming for an alpha to scoop them up and take them home. However, Louis had been doing this for quite a few years now. He was sassy and strong, so much stronger than other omegas. He carried a taser with him, had a gun both at home and at work. He would not hesitate to raise his gun and blow an alpha who cornered him's face off, if it came to that. Unlike most omegas, who were desperate and needy for an alpha's attention and affection, he was quite the opposite. Living in the apartment complex had toughened Louis up, especially during his heats. Louis would have one dildo in his hand and a gun in the other, because if not, an alpha would surely break in as soon as he smelled him and take him. Of course, Louis was desired- He was seen as a challenge. But Louis didn't budge, and didn't plan on becoming any sort of alpha's little trophy for him to boss around and show off anytime soon. It was a Saturday and Louis was standing at the register with a bored expression as one of the alphas murmured dirty words along with his order, a small smirk on the man's lips. "That'll be seven fifty," Louis muttered quietly as he cocked an eyebrow up at the man, taking his money and shooing him aside. When he felt the presence of another alpha up next, he huffed, putting the money into the register. "What can I get you?" He muttered in a monotone, not bothering to look up. (Please continue as Harry? If not, please just disconnect.)
Stranger: (reading xx)
Stranger: Harry had walked into the cafe' out of breath as if he'd just run a marathon. I mean it could have been a marathon if running from his Office to gain some time out of his lunch break was anything to go by. Harry was your usual alpha; tall in strature with bright green eyes and curls currently being held back in a bun. He had to be somewhat professional at work and all. Just an average alpha; who was brought up by his omega mother and omega sister; much more gentle and sensitive in nature compared to other alphas of his age. As soon as he came up to the counter to place in the counter, the scent that hit his nostrils smelled heavenly. He couldn't pin it; because it smelt like flowers and he certainly didn't see any flowers in the shop. Harry suddenly caught eye at the omega at the cash, green eyes slightly darkening as he watched the clueless omega. ''Um, an americano and one of the blueberry muffins? If it's not a problem?'' Harry asks, voice a couple octaves deep in a sheepish tone, wanting the omega to look up and look at him. He looked like a curious site, with feathered brown hair covered under a small cap with the logo of the cafe' on the edge.
You: Louis looked up a little more as he listened to the alpha's order, and he found himself betraying all of his sensibilities and giving the alpha a gentle smile. He couldn't help but instantly feel attracted to not only his beautiful face, but his delectable scent. He smelled like everything that Louis needed in order to feel safe and secure. He quickly snapped himself out of it, feeling angry that he had let some stupid alpha get past his walls with only his stupid scent and dumb pretty face. "Ten twenty seven." Louis replied, turning around to grab a cup. He started to make the man's coffee, his apron tied snug around his little body. He made quick work of making the alpha's order, but when he was handing him his cup he got a little overzealous and about half of the damn thing spilled out of the cup and onto each of their arms. "Fuck!" Louis cried out, snatching his hand back from the hot coffee. "Oh my God I'm so sorry!"
