12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” Sebmark
even more sebmark!!!! have some soft coffeeshop au sebmark lovely anon <3 prompt list
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
Mark yet again lets his gaze slide over to Seb while he makes the next coffee. It’s a terrible habit he has, and he’s been telling himself he’ll stop for months now, but he’s never actually put much effort into not watching Seb. It’s not like he’s even doing anything worth watching, he's just… studying. Like he always is.
The coffee machine makes a screaming sound and Mark startles, quickly turning back to his task and trying to recuse the milk he’s in the middle of frothing. Fernando swears at him. Mark ignores him.
Mark still isn’t entirely sure why Seb decided to choose their cafe as his study spot, considering he doesn’t even really drink coffee. But the only response he ever gets when he asks is a half shrug and a cheeky little smile that makes Mark feel all sorts of things.
He sighs as he pours milk into the espresso shot, creating a nice little pattern across the top solely through muscle memory. It comes out a little wonky, but it’s far from his worst. Grabbing a muffin out of the cabinet, Mark strides across the shop to deliver the order to one of the tables. He gets a mumbled ‘thanks’ for his troubles, and then has an internal debate with himself about the route he should take back to the counter.
It’s halfhearted, because he knows what the outcome will be before he starts it.
He makes his way to Seb’s table. Seb doesn’t look up from where he’s staring intently at his laptop.
“How’s it going?”
Seb looks up, frown disappearing and instead replaced with an amused little smile.
“Well, these readings are slowly driving me up the wall, but I’m managing.” He runs a hand through his curls and Mark tries very hard not to watch. His own fingers itch anyway. He clears his throat.
“Do you want a refill?” He asks, stiltedly.
Seb’s smile turns fond, and Mark feels something warm and pleased curling in his gut. It doesn’t last long though as Seb’s eyes flick down to the watch on his wrist. He grimaces apologetically.
“Actually, Mark, I need to get going.” Seb immediately starts packing up his things and Mark refuses to feel disappointed. He’s about to leave him to it when he notices goosebumps on Seb’s arm. There’s no jacket he can see either as Seb collects his things, and Mark makes a split second decision.
“Wait one second,” he says before turning around and half jogging behind the counter. He quickly grabs his jacket, glaring at Fernando who aggressively rolls his eyes, and makes his way back across the cafe. Seb has finished packing up now, and is watching him with that same amused smile as Mark approaches him again. He thrusts the jacket out in front of him.
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
Seb giggles.
“Don’t be silly, I’m not taking your jacket.”
Mark frowns, then shakes the jacket at him.
“Just bring it back next time. Don’t make me hold you down and force it on you.” Mark realises what he’s just said when Seb’s cheeks go bright red, but before he can take it back, Seb snatches the jacket out of his hands.
“Fine,” he says, pulling it on. “I’ll take your stupid jacket.” The blush on his cheeks grows once the jacket is on and they both realise the sleeves almost cover Seb’s fingers.
Mark is helplessly, hopelessly endeared. He reaches out on instinct to fix the collar that’s half tucked in and Seb startles, looking up at him with wide eyes. Slowly, deliberately, Mark moves his hands towards Seb, giving him a chance to pull away. He doesn’t. Gently, Mark flips the collar out. He can’t help but linger, smoothing his hand down the front of Seb’s chest for just a second.
He goes to pull his hand back, but Seb snatches his wrist before he can. Mark freezes, waiting, and for a moment they just stare at each other.
Eventually, quick as a flash, Seb springs up onto his toes and kisses Mark on the cheek. Mark is left standing there, blinking, stunned, as Seb sweeps out the door without looking back.
From behind the counter Fernando bursts into laughter.
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Franco Colapinto implying that he's "talented with his tongue" to Ted mf Krawitz on a SkySports interview like, close enough welcome back Jenson Button and Sebastian Vettel. God bless unfiltered flirty drivers
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