Guys been a while since I’ve posted any writings so here is a little short story series. There will be two or three more parts so stay tuned.
Pairing: Luke hemmings/ girl
Warnings: none I don’t think.
If You Don’t Know
The first time I saw him at the coffee shop right down the street from my house he was wearing a grey sweatshirt and a pair of black shorts. His hair was tucked into a hat.
The first thing I noticed was his light blue eyes. They looked unhappy, with dark circles accompanying them.
For the first time that day i was happy i were working.
When he came up to order he asked what I recommended because it was his first time there. He agreed to get what i said and that’s when I asked for his name.
In an accent that intrigued me even further he told you.
It fell from his lips so effortlessly. I don’t usually ask for names but I was intrigued by him. I had to know.
He gave me a weak smile and a ‘thank you’ when i handed him his drink.
And it all started there.
He came in at least once a week after that. If not more.
He ordered the same thing i recommend that first day.
He asked for my name the third week he had come in.
“Mary-Jayne. But most people call me MJ.” I say quietly.
I have always hated my name and cursed my parents for giving me such a horrible title.
“A unique and beautiful girl needs a unique and beautiful name.” My mother’s words run through my head.
“Mary-Jayne.” The name sounds foreign coming out of his mouth.
Him saying it with his accent make me not hate it as much.
I thought for sure that day I would build up the courage to talk to him some more. Ask for his number or if he was busy later.
But i didn’t. I just watched as he sat there, bringing the cup up to his plump pink lips every so often.
Next time. I tell myself.
But you didn’t then either, nor the next time, nor the next time.
I overall was a shy person, but at work I was more outgoing which is why I didn’t understand why I was having a hard time talking to him.
After having a really bad day, seeing him walked in never failed to make me smile. He always came in wearing some sort of workout clothes, which isn’t uncommon since there was a gym across the street.
Today he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. His hair fell in curls over his forehead. He hasn’t worn a hat in a couple weeks and I was taking a liking to seeing his natural hair.
My day instantly got better when I saw him. I enjoyed seeing him and hearing his accent. It made my bad day better.
“Hey, Mary-Jayne.” Luke greets me.
“Hey, Luke. How’s a goin?” I smile at him.
“I’m alright.” He nods.
He ends up getting his regular which is no surprise to me.
Today was different.
“Can I get a name with that?” I joke, making him laugh.
“Yeah, its Maria.” He jokes back.
“Oh yeah?” I pretend to scribble the name down on the cup.
My confidence building. “And how about uh- your number?” I avoid eye contact.
When I finally glance up at him he looks flustered. His face is red and he looks as if he doesn’t believe what I said.
“I mean unless you have a girlfriend.” I stutter out. For some reason that possibility didn’t even cross my mind until then. “Which would make sense be-”
“No, no. I’d love to give you my number.” He scratches the back of his neck.
He coughs awkwardly while writing his number on a napkin.
I could feel my face burning from excitement and embarrassment.
The rest of the time Luke sat at the same table as always. In between orders I would glance at him. A couple times catching him looking at me. It would always make me smile and blush.
After he left I shortly got off my shift. I stared at my phone the whole way home. His number dialed and ready but I was again just a big coward. I groan, throwing my phone in my purse. There was no use, today would not be the day I talked to him.
I was proud of myself for finally asking but now I had to build up the courage to actually do something with his number.