bambipod

[bambipod]

espresso - charlie dompler

info - third-person, song fic, coffee shop au, fantasizing, fem!reader

You wipe down the counter of the local hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that you are currently employed to. Mornings usually aren't slow like this... it's boring.

The little bell on top of the door rings, and a man with a brown hat and an orange hoodie walks in. His hands in his pockets, and his unimpressed gaze is focused upon the menu on the wall. You recognize him.

You stand by the register and put your hands out on the counter in-front of yourself to start your usual spiel of, "Welcome in, how can I help you?"

The customer's tired eyes shift from the menu, to you, to the menu again, as he was thinking of what to order.

"Ooh, yeah," he started, "I'd like uh... you got any espresso?"

"Yeah," you say, "we do. Will that be a small, medium or large?"

"Medium."

"Got it," you say, pressing some buttons on the cash register. "That'll be $4.25. Name for the order?"

"Charlie," he replies simply.

The transaction goes smoothly and Charlie sits alone at a table near a window, showcasing the outside's busy streets and sidewalks.

The coffee is brewed in a take-out cup while your co-worker takes the orders another customer that had slowly trickled in.

You feel anxious as you take a permanent marker and write 'Charlie' on the side of the cup. You then cap the marker and put it in the pocket of your apron.

You stand behind the pick-up counter and call out, "For Charlie."

Charlie's head perks up as he looks up to find the source of the sound- you.

He gets up and approaches the counter nonchalantly, then taking his cup from the counter in-between the two of you.

"Thanks," Charlie says, his index finger brushing against yours. The two of you share a look, and you feel your face getting hot.

"Have a nice day," you say as he walks away.

Charlie becomes a regular and you grow to appreciate his bluntness and monotone voice, his slight awkwardness. The ordering turned into small-talk.

When you're home, you can't help but think of how it would be to have him to yourself. He's mentioned his girlfriend Zoey a few times, but you can't help to think that he needs you instead.

You can see it now- spraying your favorite, most fragrant perfume upon your neck and wrists before meeting with him outside of work. When you finally see him at that restaurant or park you two would decide to meet at, he would look at you with eyes like a sparkling void, that had been thinking about you all day and night.

You two can share the same twisted humor and he would be wrapped around your finger. You wonder what it would be like to have his big, strong arms wrapped around you on a cold night.