Coffee and Cigarettes || l.h
Summary: There’s not much to tell here other than this was inspired by Coffee and Cigarettes by NeverShoutNever.
A/N: I know that Luke doesn’t smoke (as far as we know) but I thought this idea was cute and I wanted to write something for him so
You opened your front door and stepped out into the chilly October morning. It was only 7 AM, but it almost felt like the middle of the night to you. You’d been getting up this early for months now, but you still weren’t entirely used to it.
As you started walking towards downtown, you gripped your travel mug of coffee in one hand and used your other to pull out the pack of cigarettes from your back pocket. You knew smoking was a bad habit, but you’d tried everything to help you quit and nothing seemed to stick.
When you were almost to your spot on the street, you started to walk a little faster, you guitar case hitting your backside again and again. You wanted to get set up before the foot traffic got too busy.
When you got to your corner, you had just finished the cigarette, throwing the butt on ground and stepping on it. You took a quick swig of your coffee before pulling your guitar out of it’s case. It was gonna be a long day…
It was about 3 o'clock when you finally decided to pack up for the day. You didn’t know how many songs you had sang that day, but you definitely didn’t make as much money as you had thought you would’ve. You put the money in your back pocket before pulling out another cigarette. You hadn’t had one since your walk over here and you were dying a little inside.
As you started putting your guitar back in it’s case, cigarette dangling from your mouth, you heard an unfamiliar voice.
“Uh, excuse me, do you think I could use your lighter?”
You looked up and saw a man, maybe a little older than you, staring at you with bright blue eyes. He was tall and he had blond his hair pulled into a small bun and he had scruff along his jaw line. You had to admit, he was gorgeous.
“Oh, um yeah, yeah sure.” You stuttered, pulling the lighter from your front pocket and handing it to him before picking up your guitar case. He smiled a small smile at you before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.
He went and sat down on a bench a few feet away and looked at you expectantly. When you still didn’t move, he patted the seat next to him and raised an eyebrow. You reluctantly made your way over to the bench and sat down, studying the man out of the corner of your eye.
You thought you were being sneaky, but when he started chuckling, you figured you’d been caught. You looked over at him and he was already staring at you. He stuck out his hand and you took it, reluctant again. He smiled crookedly at you, the cigarette balancing out the black ring in his lip nicely. “I’m Luke, by the way. Oh and uh, here’s your lighter back.”
You smiled back at him before taking your lighter and putting it back in your pocket. “Thanks, I’m Y/N.”
It was quiet for a moment, both of you just watching the people bustling around you. It was more comfortable than you would’ve thought. You didn’t know Luke, but you didn’t mind being with him like you did with most people.
“You know, you sounded really good today.”
You were a little startled when Luke spoke and a blush spread across your cheeks when you realized he had heard you playing. “Oh, well thank you. I didn’t see you stop to listen.”
He smirked a little, studying the way your cheeks turned even more red when he looked at you. “I was a bit off to the side, you didn’t really look my way. I spent almost half an hour listening to you.” He sent you a wink before tossing the rest of his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.
You giggled and did the same, even though you didn’t want the conversation with Luke to be over. “You should come back tomorrow. I’m always here on the weekends and I take requests.” It was your turn to wink, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, barely visible thanks to his scruff.
He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. “Well, if I stay the whole afternoon, do you think I could take you to get coffee afterwards?”
Instead of blushing this time, you grinned at his nervousness. You grabbed his hand to reassure him, surprised that someone like him would need to be reassured. “Sure Luke, I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You stood up and grabbed your guitar case, starting back towards your apartment. Before you got too far, you heard a quiet “Bye, Y/N.”
You smiled and kept walking, happy that your normal Saturday of coffee and cigarettes ended with a date you couldn’t wait for.