lemon & ginger | luke coffee shop au
a/n: hi friends! so i see 5sos from calum’s pit tonight. you can imagine how dead i am right now. here is another chapter! i travel all day tomorrow so i will write, but i dont think i will post until the following day. as always, reblog please! stay tuned on my blog and twitter as well for pictures and videos of slfl tonight!
It was late in the day, around six o’clock, which was time to start closing the small coffee shop. You closed early on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. It usually took you an average of forty minutes to end the day by yourself, which was on most occasions because you enjoyed the quiet of being the only employee. Everyone else had asked if you wanted to go out drinking with them, because it was a Friday night, but you politely declined.
You were back in the kitchen when the front door of the shop opened, the chiming sound of the bell warning you that there was a customer. You swung open the door, letting the new occupant know that you were closing up for the night.
“Sorry, we’re clos-“
You were met with the same blue eyes that you found yourself thinking about all day when they didn’t show up this morning for their usual tea.
“Hey,” he breathed, smiling when he saw you behind the counter. “Oh, sorry, the door says open,” he pointed, gesturing to the sign.
“Oh, shit, I forgot to change that,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh, vacating the space behind the counter to flip the sign. Luke’s eyes followed your movements, but he stayed silent as you walked back behind the counter.
“Uh, can I get you anything? I mean, I was about to start cleaning up but it’s not a problem,” you said nervously, kind of in a frantic process of thoughts.
“My usual would be great,” Luke replied and you smiled at the words ‘usual.’
“You’re late today, mister,” you said, pouring his tea into a to-go cup.
“Yeah, the day kind of got away from me, but I wanted to try to get over here,” he spoke absentmindedly, eyes widening when he realized what words he had just said.
You smirked, turning and sliding his tea towards his hands that were resting on the counter. “Oh, did you now? And why is that? Just wanted some tea on a crazy Friday night?”
His cheeks turned red, blushing a crimson color. You’d never seen him look nervous before until this moment. That look was gone in an instant, though—almost like his normally flirtatious and confident façade had broken for a split second. Snapping out of his nerves, his eyes met with yours again and he let out a regular and playful comment. “Oh, no reason, just wanted a mean cup of tea with ginger and lemon,”
Remembering the text message that was received from your coworker yesterday, you decided to mess with Luke. “Oh, I thought maybe,” you said in a sing-song voice, “you wanted to see the girl with the book,”
His eyes widened before he stammered his next words. “How did you know about tha-“
“I know everything, Luke,” you said smirking, stomach getting butterflies at saying his name out loud for the first time.
“I-“ he sighed, accepting defeat and joining you in laughter.
“’The girl with the book,’ really Luke? That’s the best you could do? I’m offended,” you said, shaking your head side to side.
“Not my fault I don’t know your name,” he replied, leaning the palms of his hands on the counter, his body hovering near the cash register and in an extremely close vicinity to yours. His eyes locked with your own, causing your heartbeat to quicken. Playing it cool, you quickly snapped back with a witty reply.
“But still, anything other than that would have been better.” You rolled your eyes playfully, pushing the palms of your hands off of the counter after replying, pushing your body further away from his own teasingly.
He chewed on his lower lip, biting back a smirk. He followed your movements, pushing off of the counter and reaching for his tea. “Thanks for the tea,” he spoke, his Australian accent in a soft voice.
Your eyes followed him to the door, noticing a small smile that was left on his lips as he turned to back out of the push/pull door.
“(y/n)!” you blurted out, making Luke stop halfway through leaving the doorway. He smiled, throwing his head back against the glass of the door lightly.
“Well then, see you tomorrow, (y/n),”
Closing the shop was hard that night, catching glances at Luke’s empty table and daydreaming about all of his flirtatious and snarky comments over the past two weeks. Finally after two weeks, you were both properly introduced to each other. No more ‘cute Australian boy’ or ‘the girl with the book.’
You didn’t know if your relationship with Luke would expand to anywhere outside of the coffee shop, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about it. But realistically, the most conversation that you’d ever had with him was one day last week when he caught you immersed in your book again; asking what was so good about the plot that made you get so deep into it. Maybe three minutes of conversation. You didn’t know anything about him other than he’s Australian, drinks his tea with lemon and ginger, and is always working on something on that laptop of his—or the paper and pen in some cases.
He was left a mystery, and you were left smiling for the rest of the night.