I never finished this fic but it was a coffee shop one shot with Leon DI, idk when I’ll ever finish this 😭
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“You know that regular, Leon?” Claire wiped down a clean clear glass, setting it down at the wooden counter. Their shared shift was coming to an end, in around 15 minutes. No costumer was in sight, everyone had gone their own separate ways.
“He got a major crush on you.” Claire chuckled, her elbow poking at your arm.
You let out a laugh of your own, in disbelief at her words. Leon most certainly didn’t have a crush on you, he was just super friendly towards you. He was friendly towards anyone, nothing special.
“Liar liar, pants on fire,” you teased, giving her a slight push with your hip. It’s was saying you always used to call Claire out on her bluff. “If he liked me he would had said so already.” Suggesting as you ran a damp rag across the counters and then over the coffee machine. “Besides, he probably is already happily taken, he’s like in his thirties.” Wrinkling your nose and giving a look of disgust at the mention of the man’s age. You didn’t mind him being older, not at all, but you were next to Claire, she would had probably clown you for liking someone as old as him.
“Thirty-eight to be exact.” Claire corrected. You now had a smile of your own.
“Stalking the poor fella? I didn’t know this side of you, Claire.” Leaving the towel on the counter, you cross your arms under your chest. “I’d say you’re the one with a crush him, but you’re projecting it on me.”
“Hey, I don’t stalk anyone,” Claire’s hands came up in the air in a surrendering pose. “Chris and Leon are buds, so I know a few details about him.” Raising her hands down to untie the apron that clung to her skin. Her eyes gazed at the clock, noticing only ten minutes left of their shift. Finally, she would be able to go home, sleep, and then repeat the same thing again tomorrow.
“Finish wiping down the rest of the machines so we can get out of here.” Claire said as she stretched, twisting and turning her body till a crack was heard.
“You driving me home again?” You asked, unfolding your arms to pick up the rag once again. “That’s nice of you, you don’t have to do that. I can just wait for the bus.” Giving an alternative option as the rag swiped up and down the machines.
“Nonsense,” Claire shook her head, resting her body on the glass display that once was filled with fresh pastries. “The chances of you getting swept off the streets are high. Who will come to work tomorrow if you’re gone? I cannot work alone having to deal with customers bullshit.” She let out a rough sigh and began to dig for her phone from her pockets.
“Wow, and here I thought you did it out of the kindness of your heart.” Laughing a bit as you set the rag into the trash. Claire was right about the customers though, they can be a pain in the ass sometimes, mainly during rush hour. The amount of times people had claimed that they made the order wrong was countless. Neither girls ever created the drinks wrong, they had each drink ingredients memorized.
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“Finished, 5 minutes to spare-“
The jiggle of the bell that hung from the entrance rang. Fuck. You knew you shouldn’t hadn’t jinx it.
Both girls let out a frustrated groan, starting at the person whose fault it was for them not being able to leave work.
“Your sign must be broken, the neon lights aren’t glowing ‘open’.” The rough older man voice broke the silence that hung in the air.
Leon in the new game has me in a chokehold. He’s so fine I want his babies 🥹 we fucking in the backseat of that expensive ass car 🤤😍 someone should make a one shot of that honestly
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