cole's pov:
ugh, braeden sucks sometimes. i don't see why i has to get his coffee.
he's probably on his period or something. i should be nicer. i don't feel like it though.
oh, here it is! that one cafe he really likes for some strange reason. ;)
" ew social interaction, " i whisper, walking in.
i wait in line and wait. this is pretty boring. oh, oh it's my turn next!
wow, the cashier's really attractive. god, i'm blushing!
" hello, i'm (y/n)! what would you like? " she/he said, grinning broadly.
" i uh- can i have a black coffee? " i stutter. (SORRY, RANDOM DRINK @BRAE)
" your name? " she/he giggles at my stutter and blush.
" oh cole, my name's cole, " i smile.
" right? well, if you don't mind cole, there are other customers, " she/he said, giggling a bit.
" o-oh right, sorry! " i reply, not knowing why i am so nervous.
* T I M E S K I P? cause i'm creative! *
" BLACK COFFEE FOR COLE!" a barista yells.
it's (y/n).
WELL, TIME FOR A MENTAL BREAKDOWN OVER HOW CUTE SHE/HE IS! (you = qt ♥️)
i notice (y/n) blush, handing me the cup of coffee.
" here, " she/he says, handing me a folded piece of paper.
i start to walk away, opening it up:
(562)- 917-0182 (RANDOM NUMBER)
call me
LOVE, (y/n)
(A/N: cute, i ship lmao)
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Historical Fictioncoolio ;) @ BRAEDEN WHO IS J A M I E ?
