Summary: Holding onto the note he gave you with your coffee, you take a leap of faith and send him a text, hoping to spark something more.
Warnings: None <3
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: Thank you all soooo much for your patience! College started and I have had absolutely no motivation to write. Thankfully though I feel my inspiration coming back, so I'm hoping to have more out soon!! Also I mention a real cafe in here, so if you're in Sydney can you pleaaaase let me know how it is 😭😭 I wanna go so bad
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The day couldn’t go any slower, dragging on much longer than normal in anticipation of adding Chris’s number to your contact list, to text him back, to set up an official date. He’s already captivated you just from his offer to bring you coffee and his actual follow through, getting the exact coffee you normally get—though you swear it tasted even better.
The hand-written note he provided along with the coffee is tucked away neatly in your bag, not having a single wrinkle on it. His words echo in your mind, his apology for being late, the joke about your next client, and the offer that could almost certainly lead to more. He didn’t have to do any of it, could’ve apologized and went on his way, but that’s not who he is, not his style. And now it’s down to you and how you’ll approach that initial text.
To say you’ve been preoccupied is a gross understatement. In the back of your head you’ve been wondering how to open the conversation. Should you be playful? Lean into the silliness and let him know he can joke with you? Or should you be thoughtful and extremely appreciative of his generosity? A mix of both? Neither? You’ve been overthinking, to say the least.
You thought you would be prepared by the time you clock out, or maybe the perfect opening message would magically come to you during the brief walk to your car. Maybe opening the car door would strike an idea?
Yet as you sit in the driver’s seat, staring down at your phone and letting out a heavy sigh, you’re at a loss. It seems there’s no magic coming to save you now. Perhaps it was all used on getting Chris to even acknowledge you more than what is polite. Probably.
His note sits in your passenger seat, providing inspiration and giving a better idea of what to respond to. Your thumbs hover over the screen, twitching uselessly as you come up blank.
Taking a second, you take a deep breath, shutting your eyes and mumbling to yourself. “I already made the first impression and he liked it enough to buy me coffee and give me his number.”
That sentiment alone is enough to make some of the nerves dissipate, typing whatever comes to mind.
‘Chris! Thank you so so sooo much for my coffee this morning, you have no clue how much it was needed. Actually saved my morning. I would love to return the favor and buy you coffee some day too :-)’
You hesitate, looking it over twenty times before steeling your nerves and pressing send. To play even riskier, you send a follow up text.
‘By the way, the client after you was a cat named Jaffa. Lovely girl! Her owner… not so much.”
Without a second thought or glance you hit send and start your drive home. In the middle of your ride, your phone dings with a notification. Your stomach flips at the thought of him responding so soon. As your vehicle slows to a stop at a red light your eyes flit down to the notification. The smile you didn’t even know you were wearing disappears as you realize it’s an email from work. How disappointing.
When you get home your phone goes off, stomach flipping again, though this time it’s an Instagram notification for someone you don’t even know why you still follow. A small sigh escapes you as you click your phone back off.
Throughout the rest of the day the universe seems to enjoy teasing you. The second your phone pings you look, just for it to be something entirely unrelated.
By 10 o’clock that evening when your phone pings you’re already over it, even if a part of you begrudgingly gets your hopes up. In the middle of watching a show, The Hundred with Andy Lee to be specific, you decide against even looking at your phone until the episode is over, only another ten minutes.
Your phone then pings again a minute later, the notification flashing at the top. As this specific segment is not capturing your attention, your eyes roll over to your phone. When you realize it’s actually not one but two texts back from Chris you sit up, Andy Lee and the Aussies forgotten as you snatch your phone and read his replies.
‘Hey you! Really sorry about the delay in response, long day at the office haha’
‘Glad Jaffa was a delight, hope her owner didn’t give ya too much of a headache.’
Just as you go to reply, another text from him comes in.
‘Happy I could help! Def won’t let you treat but I appreciate the offer, haha. You wanna grab coffee sometime this week?’
Your eyes widen at his words and how you can feel his personality shine even through text messages. He’s cheeky, that one.
You take a second, not wanting to look too desperate and respond too quickly. Looking back up at the TV screen, you last only a minute before grabbing your phone and replying
‘Ah no worries! Busy day, barely looked at my phone.’ That’s a huge lie, but he doesn’t need to know. ‘I am free this week on Tuesday and Saturday arvo. Do either of those work for you?’
His response is speedy, as if he’d been wanting to talk to you as much as you’ve been wanting to talk to him. ‘Saturday arvo is perfect! You have any places you wanna go?’
‘Nah, the only coffee place is the one you went to when you got mine. You have anywhere in mind?’
Those three dots pop up and disappear a few times before he answers.
‘Welllll there’s a cute little cafe in Greenacre called Black Grain, friend likes it a lot and I’ve never tried it.’
You shift on the couch to get comfortable as you respond, “Perfect!’
The three dots reappear and you wonder what he’s thinking, if he’s as giddy as you are.
‘See ya then.’
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The morning of is filled with lots of excitement and slightly more nerves. You have to shake your hands, wiggle around a bit to get extra energy out before you meet him. It feels like you’ve already had two shots of espresso.
Minutes before you leave you’re staring at yourself in the mirror, finding any excuse to nitpick your appearance. Smoothing your top, fiddling with your hairstyle, picking which shoes to wear. Finally taking one last look in the mirror, you take a deep breath and nod, pushing yourself out the door and into the car.
You play your favorite song to hype you up, bopping along and reminding yourself that he wanted this just as much as you did. As you get out of the car you look around for him outside the shopping village, not seeing him and unsure of what his car looks like. You’re a bundle of nerves as you head inside, coaching yourself on what to say, how to approach, remembering to look cool yet cute.
Yet the moment your eyes meet his, all of your prep work goes out the window, his warm smile and inviting eyes melting any nerves you had.
“Hey you!” He greets, walking over to you, “Glad you made it!’
“Likewise! Never been here before so I’m excited to try it.” Your grin matches his, the smell of his cologne wafting through the air.
“Yeah, my mate comes here all the time, big fan of their strawberry matcha latte.” Chris tells you, almost shoulder to shoulder with you.
“Ooh, that sounds amazing…” You mumble, looking up at the menu and absentmindedly fidgeting with the pocket on your jeans.
“It does, yeah.” He agrees, his voice soft and you yearn to hear more of it. “You know what you want?”
Your eyes are trained on the selections, tongue poking your cheek as you think, incredibly indecisive. “So many good choices…”
He chuckles softly and nods, agreeing. “True. Take your time, I’m in no rush.”
You smile softly, shoulders dropping at his reassurance.
“Surprised you’re not jumping at the iced mocha.” He lightly teases, testing the waters with you.
The smile on your face widens as you chuckle, looking over at him. “Acting like you remembered or something.” You tease back, gently nudging him with your shoulder.
He laughs softly and you feel a sense of relief, he feels comfortable enough to joke with you, it’s obvious. “I wrote it down the second I left the office so I wouldn’t forget it.”
Your eyes widen as you gaze at him, surprised he would do such a thing.
“You serious?”
“Course I am, no way I would remember that the next morning.”
“That’s so sweet of you, Chris. I said it without even thinking, I didn’t expect you would actually make good on it.”
“I wanted to make it up to you and, y’know, people like coffee.” He shrugs, looking down with a goofy grin on his face, his ears going red.
Butterflies swarm your tummy and you decide then and there that you want to see him shy like this all the time.
“Well still, thank you.” Your voice softens as you smile at him before looking back up at the menu.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice his eyes focused on you, tracing your facial features. You pretend not to notice, even as heat rises to your cheeks. A cheeky smirk rises to his.
“Hello! Can I help you two?” A barista chirps behind the counter, a warm smile on her face.
You and Chris look at each other, holding off to let him go first, but he gestures to you. Nodding, you place your order of an iced strawberry matcha latte.
The barista nods along and inputs your order on her tablet, looking up at Chris to let him go next.
He smiles and answers, “Can I get a large green tea, please?”
As the woman behind the counter closes out the order you’re pulling your wallet out to pay only to hear a soft ‘beep!’ Your head swivels and you find a platinum card in his hand.
“Now wait a sec-” You go to protest, only to be cut off with a warning glance and faint smile from him which grows as you drop the issue immediately.
“Go pick a table out for us, please.” He says, and you know it’s only so he can finish the payment process. With a soft sigh you oblige, picking out a nearby table that’s as secluded as you can get in a shopping village.
When he joins you at the table, you smile up at him, your phone on the table. “Thank you, by the way. You really didn’t have to do that.”
“Maybe,” he begins, “but I wanted to. So I did.”
A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you shake your head. “Well thanks anyway. But one of these days I’m gonna pay for us both.”
He smirks, leaning forward slightly. “Not a chance, but thanks for the offer.”
It’s your turn for your eyes to trace his features. His brown eyes filled with mirth, his dimples on display. He’s relaxed around you, you realize, unafraid to show his real self.
The next few moments are filled with comfortable silence as you lean back and finally look away, the air surrounding you both comfortable, not awkward.
Just then, your drinks are called out, you go to get up but he beats you to it, grabbing both himself and a straw for you. He reaches out to hand you your cup, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment. “Thank you.”
“Course. Wanna walk around? Couple shops in here.”
You shrug, deciding to go with the flow. “Why not?”
Before long you both lose track of time, walking together and checking out the different shops. Laughter, banter, and good conversations are shared by you two, neither thinking of the outside world and other responsibilities.
By the time it dawns on you to check what time it is, two hours have passed. “Phew, look at the time.”
Chris is coming down from a giggle fit, holding his side. “Ah, wow, yeah.”
“Havin’ too much fun. Reckon they’ll kick us out if we go into one more store without buying anything?”
He laughs softly and nods, “Yeah, probably.”
The two of you stop and look at each other, your cups long gone as a comfortable silence settles over you again.
“I’d love to do this again.” He blurts out, ears reddening.
You smile, eyes never leaving his. “Me too, this was definitely the most fun I’ve had in a long while.”
His expression is fond, clearly enjoying the time he’s spending with you, but you both also know it’s too soon to do much else. Instead, he settles on a hug, which just so happens to be one of the best you’ve ever experienced in your life. His strong arms hold you gently, as if he’s afraid of breaking you.
When he finally pulls back he gazes at you with those soft, understanding eyes. “Text me when you get home.”
“I will. You do the same.”
He nods and smiles before finally turning and walking away, but not without calling out, “Oh, and you pick the place next time.”
Your eyes track his retreating figure, heart beating fast. Something tells you this is far from over, and you’re excited for what comes next.
I am still alive, I promise! I officially started school last week and have been busy with that and work, so I've been trying to balance everything 😵💫😵💫
hoping to have vet visit p2 out by wednesday of next week (september 3)
thank you for hanging in there with me friends, I promise I am still here 💕💕
Hii I hope you are doing well! I really liked your vet fanfic with Berry and Chan, it was really cute! Anyway, I'd like to request another chan x reader fanfic if you have a chance to write one. Basically, what I am requesting is a country boy x city girl type of fanfic where chan has lived in the country his whole life and does farm work on the readers' grandma's Berry farm. The reader loves the city and has not visited her grandma at the farm in years, the reader always pushes the visit to next year and never comes, and to a point the grandma booked her flight and made her come for the summer. When the reader gets there, she has to get used to the farm life and helping out with the animals, plants, etc., eventually falling for Chan. Also, if you could add Felix as y/n's cousin who lives with the grandma since birth, is friends with chan, and eventually becomes y/n's wingman, that would be great too Again, if you can't make this it's totally fine, no pressure! :)
AHHH this is absolutely adorable and I love this idea! I will for sure write this <33
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Summary: During the second to last appointment during your shift, you wait patiently for the owner of a certain well behaved pup to pick her up. Instead of meeting the woman you usually do, you're met with the sight of another, rather frantic, individual.
Warnings: None <3
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Ah! First fic on this acc! I'm sooooo excited to write more and had a lot of fun writing this one!
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The soft ticking of the clock fills the silence of the office as your fingers stroke the silky fur of the King Charles Cavalier in front of you. A soft smile graces your face as the Spaniel gazes up at you, her brown eyes meeting yours.
“Good girl, Berry.” You murmur to the dog whose head tilts, making you chuckle softly.
The rhythmic ticking of the clock grabs your attention again, its hands reading 5:28 pm, 28 minutes after the owner was supposed to be here.
A soft sigh escapes your lips as your hand mindlessly brushes her hair. Your last appointment of the day is scheduled for 7 seven minutes from now with a less-than-friendly owner and their sickly cat. Perhaps your coworker Isla can cover in here, you think, she does owe you a solid for covering for her last month.
But before you can move towards the door to grab Isla’s attention, it swings open and startles both you and the well behaved dog sitting on the veterinary table. Your focus then turns to the disheveled looking young man who turns to you, speaking quickly.
“I am so so sorry I’m late. My Mom dropped Berry off and is the one who normally picks her up, but something came up last minute and I came as soon as I could.”
A soft smile appears on your face as you see just how apologetic he truly is. Tension escapes your body as you let out a soft sigh and nod, accepting his apology.
“No harm, no foul.” You answer, removing your hand from the dog’s fur. Berry looks up at you in confusion, not understanding why you’ve stopped petting her.
“This was just a standard physical, right? Anything out of the ordinary?” He asks, forcing himself to relax, taking solace in your calm demeanor.
“Yup, this was just a standard physical and she’s completely healthy, Mr…” You trail off, realizing that you don’t know his name.
“Chris… uh Christopher Bang.” He answers, still a bit frazzled.
“Mr. Bang, right.” You smile softly and nod, recognizing that last name. Reaching over for the clipboard on the side, you continue. “Yeah, she’s great, healthy weight of 15.8 pounds with a temp of 100.3. We saw no indication of any parasites such as heartworm. She’s also up to date with her vaccines so we obviously didn’t need to administer any today.”
He nods, standing next to Berry, who waits patiently on the veterinary table. He pets the pup to keep her calm, but he’s more than likely trying to soothe himself.
“Right, okay.”
“I do just want to let you know that the Cavalier Spaniel is predisposed to mitral valve disease, which is a form of heart disease; with that being said I don’t want you to worry too much as she is a very healthy and happy pup and I can tell that there’s not much stress on her cardiovascular system.” You add.
“Thank you so much.” He breathes a sigh of relief, nodding again as he looks down at the brown and white dog, her tail wagging. “And I… listen I am truly so sorry again for being as late as I am. Is there… any way for me to make it up to you? Maybe a coffee or something?”
Butterflies fill your tummy at his offer, though you wish they didn’t. You know his mother well, talking to her a lot during her visits, especially when Berry ate something she shouldn’t have last year leading to multiple visits. It feels wrong having a thing for her eldest son, but his sincere offer and small, almost shy smile, draw you in. His inviting chocolate eyes dare you to accept his proposal.
Yet before you can properly accept, your gaze lifts to the clock, the hands showing 5:33 pm. Only two minutes to your next appointment, and you know the wrath you’ll face if you’re even a second behind schedule. This specific client is particularly unforgiving.
“Oh sh-” You catch yourself, eyes widening. Taking a second to compose yourself, you look back at the confused man in front of you.
“Uh, I’m so sorry I just realized I’ve another appointment in about a minute with a rather demanding client.” You explain, words flying from your lips. “Hopefully we can meet up one day for coffee. Have a good one!”
Logging off of the computer and grabbing your clipboard, you get ready to dash to the other room.
He quickly speaks up before you manage to rush off, “How do you take your coffee, at least?”
Without thinking, you rattle off your standard order quickly “Large iced mocha with salted caramel syrup, 2% milk, and like two or three sweetener packets. I order from the New Sunrise down the street. Have a great day!”
As you hurry past him, he stands there with a wide grin on his face. He looks down at the calm Berry resting against his chest who is unaware of the butterflies fluttering and swarming in his tummy.
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The next morning is one mishap after another. First, your alarm went off in silence as you forgot to turn your volume back on from yesterday’s shift. After waking up 30 minutes late, you find your coffee machine is shot and you need a new one. Then when getting dressed, you find you have no clean socks. Finally, when you drive over to grab some coffee, only 10 minutes from when you’re supposed to clock in and there being a six minute drive to your workplace, you find the line is far too long.
With tears pricking your eyes at the rough morning you’re having, and now the lack of coffee, you blink them away and drive off. Taking a deep sigh and heading into work, your large blue 32 oz water bottle hangs limply from your pinky finger.
When your coworker Jen sees you she smirks, straightening in her seat at the reception desk.
“So,” She starts, resting her head on her fist, “who’s the hunk?”
“What are you talking about?” Your raspy voice asks, bleary eyes meeting hers.
“Muscular guy came in and left a coffee for you.” She answers, looking back at the computer in front of her. “Left a note too.”
Stopping right in your tracks, you look back at her, blinking a few times. You had completely forgotten about his offer, and even then only half-jokingly told him your coffee order, certainly not expecting him to carry it out.
“Coffee?” Your meek voice responds.
A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she nods, not looking away from the screen as she types. “It’s in the fridge in the break room.”
Sleepy and in desperate need of a morning pick-me-up, you don’t hesitate to turn and head towards the break room. Inside, you find another coworker whom everyone treats as the mom of the office, Delilah.
Hearing your footsteps, she turns her head towards you, in the middle of pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Morning.” Her cheery voice greets as she turns her attention back to her mug. “Word on the street is that a handsome lad dropped off a coffee and note for ya earlier.”
A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you open the fridge and, sure enough, on the middle shelf a large iced mocha is waiting with your name on it. The smile on your face grows as you reach in, grabbing the cup as its nestled between a bowl of salad and container holding two vegetable wraps.
“Note’s over here for you if you’re wondering.” She adds, finally turning around and leaning on the counter behind her, both hands wrapped around a steaming mug. “Hope you don’t mind, I sneaked a little look.”
Taking a sip of your coffee, a relaxed sigh escapes your lips. This is exactly how you take your coffee, not an ounce sweeter or stronger. Both of your hands clasp around the cup as you take a second to regulate yourself before walking over.
“Don’t mind at all.” You reply as you walk over next to where she stands in front of the coffee pot.
Your eyes trail down the neatly written words on the wide ruled notebook paper, smile only growing.
‘Morning! Sorry again for being late yesterday. Hope your next client wasn’t too demanding… or her owner! Haha. Anyway, here’s my thanks for taking great care of Berry and for your patience and kindness. Maybe next time we can actually do something in person? If you’re interested, here’s my number. Thank you again. ~Chris’
Biting your lip, your eyes flick down to the numbers on the bottom of the page, knowing for sure you’re going to be adding him to your contacts and maybe even taking him up on a real coffee date the next time around.
Delilah watches your face, her eyes carefully scanning every twitch and wrinkle. She’s a woman in her 60’s, having celebrated her 30th anniversary with her husband only last month. Watching you now makes her heart sing, she remembers being your age, knows that twinkle in your eye, the initial spark of interest, something blooming.
“Enjoy your coffee, love.” She finally says, breaking you from your trance as she stands and walks towards the door. “Remember, we have that luncheon today.”
“Righto.” You answer, but your mind can only focus on Chris; his sweet gesture, note, and the future rife with possibility. Your fatigue melts away, leaving only a giddy excitement and the fluttering wings of the butterflies that refuse to leave.
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Thank you so much for reading! Let me know if you want a part two and/or if you have any requests!
