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Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of awkwardness I guess, more fluff
Summary: You're somewhere between friends and more than friends, how some coffee, some snacks, and a lake changes everything
A/n: Thoughts are in bold italics!
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
The library is quiet, unsurprising with the Friday night, most students either attending a party or catching up on lost sleep from the week. It's actually why you like coming to the library on Fridays after you've attended your classes. Quiet, not super crowded. Overall, it's a pleasant environment. So, you've got your earbuds in, the music quiet while a book is open in front of you and your laptop open to the side for you to type out any notes. The comfort of your study session is almost relaxing and there's only one thing, person, that could make it better.
Tom.
Walking in through the library with a navy blue backpack and two coffees in hand is Tom. He's wearing the usual black t-shirt with jeans that are a little too low, his Calvin's would definitely show if he lifted his arms even the slightest bit. A snapback hat is backwards, hiding the mess of curls from the long day of classes. A chord to his earbuds stick out from the collar of his shirt, one earbud still in his ear and when he sees you staring, he gives you a quick smile, one that makes your heart skip.
Here we go.
Tom takes a seat opposite you and slides you your coffee, your usual, something he definitely knows off the top of his head now. You thank him quietly, taking a sip of your beverage. Tom leans down and opens his backpack, grabbing a book and a notebook followed by a metallic red bag of unopened Teddy Grahams. The bag of snacks is put right in between the two of you for easy access and it always floods your chest with warmth at the offer.
"How's studying?" He asks, opening his textbook and flipping through pages.
"Boring." You huff with a smile as you reach for a few Teddy Grahams.
"Better now that I'm here?" Tom asks flashing you a cheesy grin.
"Yeah, you brought coffee and snacks." You tease and heat creeps up the back of your neck as you bite your lip.
"Mm," Tom hums, leaning over to grab a few Teddy Grahams. "That all I am? Coffee and snack provider?"
"You said it, not me." You quip and Tom gasps maybe a little too loud, hitting his chest over his heart.
"I'm hurt."
"Yeah, you hit yourself pretty hard."
Tom's nose scrunches and his eyes start to crinkle, his head tilting back as he tries not to laugh too loud and disturb the few students around. "Probably gonna bruise."
