My sweetheart - Corinthian meet-cute.
Pairing: Corinthian x Original Character (Gender neutral)
Summary: I was just planning on going to a local coffee shop with my friend Lila. When I actually arrived, things went different. I met him.
Content/Warnings: Fluff, sad start but quickly forgotten.
Words: 769
Requested: No
I pace around in my room, nervous for a reply from my friend. She agreed to meet up with me today at a local coffee shop, but she seems to be ghosting me. However there's also a chance she's just busy..
After a few more minutes of pacing, I decide that I will go to the coffee shop and I'll see if she's going to show up.
She most likely won't.
A bell chimes announcing that the door has been opened. I walk in, not with a smile, not with my usual cheerful behavior. Instead I greet the barista with a hopeful but sad frown.
“The usual?” He kindly asks. With a look on his face that screams that he didn’t mean it at all, and that it’s just his job to be kind.
“Please.” I mummer softly. Although I’m still sort of expecting for Lila to come, I know she won’t. She’s that kinda friend that is all talk but won’t actually do what she promises.
After having recieved my vanilla iced coffee, I look around the shop’s room for a place to sit down and relax. However it seems to be very busy today, the room is filled with students, friends, lovers and so much more.
I eventually walk over to a place by the window which seems to be empty. So I sit down on the side closest to the back wall, relaxing my back and legs that have been way too overworked by standing so long. Then I look up and suddenly notice there’s a man on the other side of the table, he was hidden behind a divider for privacy. I swear I didn’t see him!
“Oh- I’m sorry I’ll find another place!” I say while standing up from my seat.
“No please, take a seat. I don’t mind.” The blonde says. I nod and slowly sit down and try to relax while sipping my coffee. Now that I am sitting, and actually notice the man that’s sitting right in front of me, I notice how he radiates confidence and also how extremely hot he looks.
I cough lightly while trying to supress the heat that rises to my cheeks. The stranger wears sunglasses, which I must say is weird because we’re inside but I understand he must have his reasons. But oh my lord, he rocks those shades.
“See something you like sweetheart?” The blonde man says smugly. He’s smirking. Oh right, I’m staring-
“Oh- I erm, I’m sorry?” I say while laughing nervously. The man leans forward and smiles,
“Don’t be, I quite enjoy the attention of such a beautiful creature like yourself.” he flirts, shamelessly I might add. This time I can’t stop the blush forming on my face.
“Ah- Thank you, you’re quite handsome yourself.” I admit shyly. He smirks again, he knows what he does to me- He must.
A silence falls, but not that awkward first meeting silence, no. A comfortable silence, as if I have known this man my whole life. The stranger adjusts his glasses and tries to make a conversation start again.
“What’s your name love?” He starts.
“It’s Robin, nice to meet you…?”
“Corinthian.” Oh- That’s a… unique name, it’s certainly interesting. Is it his real name, or just a pseudonym.?
“Is that a pseudonym, or am I insulting your name with that question?” I ask genuinely.
“It’s my given name, yes.” He says seriously. “And no, it’s not biblical.” He adds after I open my mouth slightly to ask exactly that question.
“Does everyone ask that?” I ask rhetorically. “Wow, it must be annoying to have so many questions about just a name.”
“It is.” He smiles. Finding his smile infectious I smile back. It was a true smile, which reminds me of…
“I remember I was actually waiting for someone.. But it seems she didn’t show up.” I say slightly disappointed. Corinthian’s vibe changed real fast.
“Was it a date?” He asks curiously but also somehow.. jealous?
“No, definitely not. She’s an old friend.” I smile politely.
“Ah alright.” He relaxes at that. “Before we part, might I have your number?” Corinthian asks hopefully.
“Sure!” I say happily, immediately giving him my number. He gives his phone and his hand brushes mine while he gives it. Gosh, that made me feel something. Like I am a teen all over again. Anyway, I type in my number and call myself to test if it’s all good. And it is.
I hand over his phone and he thanks me. After that we exchange our goodbyes and I go home, and think about him nonstop.