Fluffy Phan One-Shots

"You're his type."

I tried to ignore what they were saying and made my way to the counter to wait. I watched Dan for a few moments. It looked like he was having trouble making my drink. As if that wasn't enough, Pj was saying things to him that I was sure was about me. I couldn't help but feel flattered. I thought Dan was cute and pretty the moment I saw him, I'm glad he felt the same way.

Once he put my drink down I thought about asking him for his number, but he chose that moment to completely spill my drink. "Oh my God!" He scrambled to pick up napkins and a rag, but the other cashier said something to him and grabbed it out of his hands. Dan looked up at him, obviously not happy about what he was saying, but Pj practically pushed him out of the door.

"Sorry about that. I'll get you a new one," Pj promised as he cleaned up the mess that Daniel had made.

"He's not fired... is he?" I asked him. Pj looked up at me with a frown. "Daniel," I clarified, "because I seriously don't care that he spilled my drink." I felt really guilty that I had distracted him that much.

"Dan? No of course not. I'm not his boss, anyway. I just told him to go and take a break. It's sort of my fault he got all flustered. I tried to convince him to ask you out," Pj smirked.

"Oh," I said quietly. "That's good..." I thought again about asking Daniel (Dan?) for his number. "He's into me?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh yeah." Pj laughed. "You're his type." I looked at him- confused. "Blue eyes... glasses... tall... he's into that in guys." He shrugged.

I felt my heart speed up. I had never been anyone's type before. Now I knew for sure that if I didn't get his number I would definitely regret it. "When is he done with his break?" I wondered.

"I told him to take ten minutes, but he's sitting outside if you want to go talk to him." Pj pointed behind him. He made me my drink that didn't spill this time and then handed it to me. I thanked him and walked out of the Starbucks and then out to the back.

I found Daniel sitting on the curb of a car park for the workers. His head was down on his knees and his fingers were tangled and pulling at his curly hair. His green hat was thrown mercilessly on the ground.

I knelt down and scooped up the hat. "You dropped this," I said walking near him. He must've just noticed me because the second he looked up he looked completely stunned. His cheeks immediately went pink as he tried to come up with words. I decided to make the first move and sat down next to him, tossing his hat onto his lap.

"I- um..." He still scrambled to find words but eventually just sighed. "Thank you," He said with a small smile. His eyes wouldn't meet mine, but I figured that him talking to me was some sort of start.

"No problem, Daniel."

"It's Dan, by the way." I glanced over at him. "I just had my name be Daniel on the tag because it's more professional. I like to be called Dan," He rambled.

"Alright, Dan. Well, as you already know, I'm Phil." I grinned. He nodded and glanced over at the drink in my hand. 

"I see Pj got you your drink." Dan gestured at the cup. "Sorry about all of that. I get nervous around hot guys." Now Dan was really avoiding my eyes. He was looking the other way, his face was on fire.

"Yeah. Pj told me I'm your type, huh?" I grinned. His blush seemed to spread down his neck and to his ears.

"I am going to kill him," He muttered. "But yeah... I like glasses 'cause they make people look so dorky and they make peoples' eyes bigger. I need a tall guy because I'm tall and blue eyes are an obvious like." He kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

"Why are blue eyes obvious?" I wondered. Dan snorted like I just said some joke.

"Blue-eyed people don't understand how amazing their eyes are." Before I could interject, Dan turned to me and looked in my eyes. "Blue eyes are so... beautiful. They're compared to oceans and skies because just like those, they're always changing. Every time you look at them they will look different than the time before just because the person wore a different color that day and it's just..." He sighed and looked away again. "Maybe I just like them because my eyes are just brown."

"Brown eyes are pretty, too. And maybe you don't realize it because you spend so much time admiring people with blue eyes," I pointed out. He started to deny it, but I wouldn't let him. "Brown eyes are pretty in their own way. Like your eyes, for example, have the light and the dark. It's so calming and peaceful." I thought about brown eyes and then sighed, remembering the best part about them. "And if change is where you think beauty is then you just have to watch brown eyes in the sun. In the sun they turn into liquid gold. And looking into liquid gold may seem like it would hurt your eyes, but instead, when you look into those eyes it's just like traces of sunshine is trapped in there and it's like you are basking in the warmth."

I didn't even realize what I had been saying and for how long until I looked over at Dan- who was staring at me with his mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes were wide. "Sorry for ranting, I guess brown eyes are my type." I shrugged.

"Wow," Dan breathed quietly. "That was really sweet." He smiled kindly. "Thank you. I've never looked at brown eyes that way before."

"Well, it's true. Your eyes aren't just brown."

"As if I needed another reason to like you," Dan scoffed. Suddenly he realized what he had said and blushed again. "I'm sorry. I just... um-"

"Dan, you're fine." I took out the napkin I had in my pocket and handed it to him. "I was going to give you my number anyway."

He stared at the digits written sloppily across the tissue. "You... like me?" He asked incredulously. He gripped the napkin tightly in his hands like he was scared it would blow away. I laughed a little.

"Well, I don't know much about you. I think you're cute and you seem super flustered a nervous which adds to the cuteness... but I'd like to find out more." I shrugged.

"Wow," Dan breathed out. "I'll be sure to give you a call." He smiled, his blush was even deeper.

It was then that I realized how close we were. I was about to close the gap- imagining how flustered he would be if I kissed him- until Pj opened the door behind us. "Danny boy, the rush is coming," He called.

We both stood up. Dan seemed lost in thought for a few moments. He only snapped out of it when I said, "I think you better go." After that, his head snapped up.

"Yeah, I do want to keep my job." He giggled. "I'll give you a call!" He beamed- looking like a five-year-old that had just been given a present.

"You better!" I started to walk away.

Pj must've thought I was out of ear shot because the second I was sort of far away he said, "You got his number?! Smooth, Howell. I told you you should make a move."

To which Dan responded with, "Pj, I swear to God I will stab you with a spork." It was a nice promise to end the day on.