Sweet Treats and Sweaty Palms (Evan Hansen x Reader)
A sweet Evan imagine! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Enjoy!
You felt yourself slipping, slowly falling away into a dark nothingness, your eyelids heavy and your brain slowing to a stop. It was bittersweet, this wasn’t the best position to be in while on your way out but the feeling of slow descent was a needed one. You were almost completely gone from this world, the haze washing over you, when the chime of that fucking bell at the door broke through the silence that was aiding you in a poorly timed nap only moments ago. You bolted upright and tried to look as welcoming as possible “hello how may I help you?"
"Huh? Oh, uh hi I-I uh I was was wondering if umm-” the boy who had entered the small cafe stuttered nervously. You smiled trying to show him that you would be patient, but he almost seemed to get more nervous. “I’m I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up I just really need some pastries, well obviously I need those or else I wouldn’t be in here, I’m sorry I just-"
"Hey, relax, breathe it’s okay. You need some pastries? Well we have those over here,” you soothed, he was anxious and obviously very nervous, his fingers were rolling and unrolling the hem of his polo shirt and he was chewing on his lower lip.
He took a deep breath “ok so I need a dozen of these for dinner tonight and I don’t even know what half of these are,” his voice was cracking but he managed not to stutter even if the sentence did take twice as long to get out.
"Ok well what kind of event is it?“ The smile ever present on your face, this kid was familiar, he was in your English class freshman year, Arin Hansen? That didn’t seem right.
"It’s uh it’s my mom’s birthday and I er,” the pace at which he spoke suddenly increasing. “My mom doesn’t like cake and she hasn’t celebrated her own birthday in years so many that for awhile I didn’t even know she had one, now I’m rambling I’m sorry” he suddenly stopped his eyes dropping to the floor and his hand suddenly shaking.
Memories of him came to you, this was the kid that had a panic attack in junior year after one kid called him a klutz. Axel was known for being a dick to just about everyone, and when Arin (which still felt like the wrong name) bumped into him in the hallway he didn’t take it kindly. He pushed him to the ground and grabbed his notebook out of his hands, ‘little fuckin loser doodles shitty little trees, what a fuckin nerd, awe and he has little poems, I wish I was like everyone else how cute’. A teacher came in and took the notebook telling kids to get to class but he couldn’t do anything for Arin who was curled up on the floor. You remembered hearing about it in first period after their names were said over the loud speaker 'Axel Brink and Evan Hansen’. THAT WAS HIS NAME!
"Evan!“ you said happy to remember his real name, but it only made him more anxious.
"Uh y-yes? How? How do you know my name?” He implored his gaze meeting yours.
"Oh we are in the same grade level, I’m (y/n). (Y/n)(Y/L/N). Anyway what kind of sweets does your mom like?“
He smiled and looked like he was remembering something. "It’s nice to meet you, again that is. We um you uh. You helped me find the computer lab sophomore year, thanks for that I guess. Um my mom likes cream filled things and those um those little tubes with the vanilla in the middle, if that makes any sense, sorry,” he stammered
You giggled at his descriptions, “she likes Cannolis and Boston cream donuts! Well Ev you’re in the right place!” You beamed grabbing a box from under the counter.
"Yes! Yes those thank you so much!“ He replied, for the first time you saw him really smile.
"You should smile more, it looks good on you,” you admitted, warmth crawling up you face as blood climbed up your veins. His face was bright red and the tips of his ears were too, it was kind of adorable,
“um oh T-thank you,” his was more nervous that ever, it’s not everyday that a pretty girl tells Evan Hansen something looks good on him.
"Well here you go Evan, six of our best cannolis and six of the finest Boston Cream Donuts in town!“ You rang up his order and sent him on his way. Even though Evan left, he stayed in your thoughts.
It was a Wednesday. Fucking Wednesday. Wednesday’s were made by a satanist with no morals. Wednesday was also your late shift, thusly screw Wednesday’s. You clean off all of the tables and waited for nothing. At six no one even walked past the small Cafes doors, so you grabbed your Ipod and played your favorite song, dancing and belting out the words, with no regard to how loud you were being. How loud were you? Loud enough to not have heard that door bell jingle as a nervous boy walked in hoping to see a pretty (y/h/c) girl behind the counter. He walked up to the counter smiling, you looked so happy and carefree, like every wall you’d built had collapsed, Evan wishes he could be like that.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” You yelled clutching your heart in fear, you hadn’t expected Evan to be standing at the counter when you turned around. You turned down the music and felt a familiar blush on your cheeks that usually came along with think of or seeing Evan.
“H-hi Evan what-what can I do for you?” You smiled trying to regain composure.
"I was. I would like. Um. I uh,“ his hands trembled against his khakis, his lip quivered nervously. "What days are You off?” The five words tumbled out of his mouth quickly. You were taken aback, not expecting him to ask that, usually you got more questions about the food provided.
"I’m off tomorrow, and Saturday’s,“
"Okay! Um when I get out of work tomorrow at two would, would you be interested in um going t-to the fair with me?” He cringed physically leaning away from you, as if your response would hurt him harder than any shove in a hallway.
"Oh my god of course I’d love to go to the fair with you, well as long as it’s a date!“ You said confidence rushing though you suddenly.
Evan perked up and grinned like a mad man "A date? Of course it can be a date, I’d love to go on a date with you, I mean who wouldn’t you’re so beautiful and smart and you’re, you’re funny and and-” he babbled, you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, he looked like he might pass out. “Oh um thank you,” he mumbled happily.
You giggled and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the pastry display and scribbled on the napkin you wrapped it in. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon Evan Hansen, here’s my number and a cookie that’s almost as sweet as you!” You promised, he smiled and wipped his palms on his legs before taking the cookie.
"Thank you, I’ll text you about it when I get home!“ He chimed and stumbled through the small store to the exit, the grin painted across his face never faltering once. You closed up shop quickly at the end of your shift, ready to check your phone and pick up an outfit for your date tomorrow, your smile matched that of the boy who left here less than an hour ago.