simon wasn't one for pick-up lines. everyone told you as much in case you end up in a headlock with broken neck as result.
he came everyday at the shop, nervously placed his order without looking at anyone except straying his gaze just when you're handing him the unnamed coffee cup and then he would come by again the next day; same time, always on your shift.
and when you exchanged your shifts then it was purely coincidental that simon came making a second round for coffee just as unbothered and stiff and grudgy
huh, you wanted to see him smile or say something that wasn't keep the change.
“don't...this is scary.” your friend told you as much, with an ominous glance to where simon's bike made a stop outside as always on time.
“it might cheer him up though, c'mon.” you grinned—fixing the stupid collar—and greeting him with a big smile. “what would you like?”
simon perked, a physical spark in his ears and mouth. he stood like a brick for a moment because this was the first time you said anything to him. everyone had told you previously not to bother him and you did, they also told you not to mess up his coffee—always the same, and you did.
“the regular?” you tried.
simon nodded, then opened his mouth closing it again. “ah...yes, the regular.”
since it was a new dawn of new beginnings, you made his drink just he liked but smiled around the words and asked him. “So, what's your—”
while you already knew his name from the card, but it was nice to hear him say it. he sounded exactly like he looked—but more fucking sexy.
You looped the 'o' towards 'n' feeling at once very much about improving handwriting. “Actually...” fuck, you couldn't believe you were doing this, “Uhm, you look like my first husband.”
simon's whole face shifted so much that you got anxious the way his eyes shone. Nerves popped out on his thick neck, and his arms flexed massively when he put hands in his leather jacket.
He stared, and you shockingly placed the coffee cup losing all your whimsy at once.
“So ya’ ere married.” simon said, all resigned and heavy and mysteriously dangerous.
“NO!” you explained, “Its a...it's a pickup line. I say 'oh woah you look like my second husband' and then you say 'oh how many husbands you got?' and then say I say haha, I never got married.”
You felt wild and erratic, feeling three heartbeat in one thumb, breathing hard then you swallowed, “Got it?”
it was a moment later that you realised this was how it must feel looking at the sun and not getting torn; simon smiled. a soft curl of his lips, a light trinkling around his iris, warm glow settling on his cheeks—impossiblily maddening, but a smile.
“how many husbands do you have?” he asked, very sincerely for an ordeal of playful pickup lines would allow.
all breath was knocked out of you, left with giddy anticipation and confetti, “I..I have never been married.”
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