Shawn Mendes Imagines

100 - Reenkidle

3rd installment to No Longer and Let Go

Moving out and trying to find a new beginning is one of the hardest things to do, especially during the process of healing your heart. Yet I do not regret it. I loved him, yes but everything was getting too toxic even for the both of us. Maybe the break would help us both.

Two years. It has officially been two since we last had any contact with each other. Two years since we decided to end it for the sake of both of us. Ever since that night, I tried so hard to focus on my career and I would like to think that it paid off. And no, I didn't bother finding somebody after him. I owed it to myself to at least learn to love myself before loving someone else.

"Y/n, I think you deserve a break after working so hard for this." Y/bff/n said, sitting across from me just as I let myself collapse on the chair.

"I can't, y/bff/n. We still have to finish decorating the cakes for Reese's party on Saturday." I sighed, dragging my hand down my cheek only to cringe when I realized that it still had flour on it.

"We can finish it tomorrow."

"No, we can't. We need to do the sugar pieces before closing time so that we just have to assemble it tomorrow as well as add the details into it."

"You literally just finished a really busy rush hour. At least rest for a while. I'll go roll out the fondant."

She stood up and left me alone as I used the small rag I kept in the front of my apron to wipe off the white powder from my cheek. I brushed off the remaining flour and powdered sugar from my apron and checked my phone. Once on Instagram, I couldn't help but see a series of pictures of him in shirtless Calvin Klein campaigns. As much as I would like to deny it, I couldn't help but feel giddy over them.

The front door opened with a ring from the small bell, making me turn my phone off and place it in my pocket. I jumped up from my seat and went over to the front of the store to greet the customers, only to be left in shock at the sight.

There he was in all his glory, clad in a gray shirt and black leather jacket. I absentmindedly fixed my pony tail and walked over to the front. His eyes met mine and were filled with surprise as I stood before him.

"Hey y/n." He said, a smile taking over his features.

"Hey Shawn." I greeted, my expression mirroring his. "What can I help you with?"

"You work here?"

"I... uh... I technically own this place."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yes." I laughed. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"It's just that... Wow. You finally achieved the dream you've been working hard for. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks Shawn. It really means a lot."

"So, Madame, what do you suggest off of your menu?" He asked, trying to muster his best French accent.

"Well our best sellers just happen to be the strawberry filled puff pastry and the dark chocolate chip muffin."

"I'll take a muffin with an espresso, probably and maybe even... your company?"

I felt heat rushing through my cheeks at his request. "I just happen to be free at the moment so sure. Will that be all?"

"Yes. That will be all."

"That will be three dollars and twenty cents."

We finished the recording of the transaction and he walked over to one of the tables near the window. I carefully got one of the muffins from the display and placed it on a plate. I also made his drink, still knowing exactly how he likes his coffee, and made my way over to his seat. I placed it in front of him and then sat across.