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prompt; I love tony stark. Can I ask for one where he meets the reader at a Starbucks? He flirts with her and she purposely messes up his name on his cup calling him stank But then she agrees to go out with him
Dark shades, a baseball cap and head hung low – the Avenger in disguise cliché. It applies even now. It’s early hours of the morning and you would really much rather be sleeping or at least going out to take a light jog to clear your head. Working since 4 am as a barista in the most famous coffee house in the world, Starbucks, has not done you good: with bags under your eyes you groggily and with a fake smile greet the seemingly never ending stream of customers that demand their daily dose of caffeine and demand it quick. Despite feeling a bit dazed, you try your best to do the job well and write down each name correctly – you know how annoying it is to have some employee spell a simple name wrong. Like ‘Katy’ being spelled as ‘Cathy’, or ‘Ben’ as ‘Been’. You are guilty of this too.
The pick-up line went right over your head – you are simply not used to be hit on at early hours and especially at work – and without realizing it you put in ‘Caramel smoochy’ into the machine. Catching the mistake you freeze and lift your head up from the cash register, your eyes catching the brilliant ones that belonged to an older man with a cocky smirk on his face. He stares at you expectantly – you are unsure if he’s expecting a wink back or a harsh slap of reality, but you can’t leave him hanging. A twinge of fear strikes you as you glance at the queue behind him. The last thing you want, or need, is upset customers having a temper tantrum.
Thoughts race in your mind and what was supposed to be a counter to his flirtation – a quite cold one at that – falls flat and you mumble, “What?”
He raises a brow. Surely, he expected more, “I said you—“
“-could give you a caramel smoochy.” You can’t believe you just said that, “I heard you, Sir, but please just tell me your order.” The way he tilts his head strikes you with familiarity and you narrow your eyes, but just slightly, trying to recall just where you have seen him. With a heavy and dramatic sigh (and amused smile) he says his order. With a nod you punch it in, “And your name?”
As if! You refrain from rolling your eyes and continue to play along.
“Hey, what time do you finish work?”
“Please find a spare seat while I prepare your coffee!” You reply cheerily and move away from the counter as another barista takes your place.
After a good five minutes he picks up his drink and glances at the tag, barely surpassing a laugh.
My shift ends at 11am, but there’s no way I’m meeting you
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