Summary: A ridiculous pick-up line leads to something stunning.
Warnings: Nonlethal bodily injury; A tiny bit of swearing
Word Count: 410
Characters: Any Male x Reader
Word of the Day: (May 30, 2026) - Smile
Graphics: Made by me.
Author's Notes: Thanks for the read through and encouragement @princessmisery666
Master List: Word Of The Day
“Hey, don't frown, you'll never know who might be falling in love with your smile.”
Not a single drop of internal rage seeps into your polite demeanor as you deadpan, “Well, you see, my brain is in the middle of a fierce internal debate about the correlation between smiling and punching you in the balls.”
As you reach for your drink, the jackass spits, “Fucking, bitch.”
With a slow exhale, your fist slides off the table, arm smoothly swinging backward, and flawlessly finds your target. You inwardly smile when you hear his surprised grunt of pain. “Oops, I guess we know the answer.”
Brow arched and your biggest fake smile plastered on your lips, you glare at the pinched-faced man cradling his balls, daring him to say more.
Two men approach, but neither utters a single word. One offers a quick nod and pats his buddy on the back. Laughing, the other hooks an arm around the schmuck who’s now whining like a baby and leads him away.
Hoping that will dissuade any more potential idiots, you take a drink and scan the bar, catching the eye of the gorgeous man sitting across from you. One brow is arched, and he wears a lethal smirk as he salutes you with his drink. Giving him a nod of acknowledgment, you lift your glass in a return gesture, then down the remains. You’d seen him walk in, had hoped he would be the one to make a move when he sat at the table next to yours. You’re unsure if you're impressed or disappointed that he hasn’t.
Sliding off the stool, you approach his table. “May I?”
Raising his hand to alert the waiter, he requests another round. A handful of drinks and a couple shots later, your cheeks hurt from laughing. With a heavy exhale to stop the latest round of giggles, you look up to find him staring at you with a slightly serious expression.
His fingers flex around the crystal tumbler, head tilting slightly. “At the risk of getting punched in the balls, can I say that you truly do have a beautiful smile?”
Choking back a laugh, you pick up your drink and take a slow sip, eyeing him over the rim. When he shifts in his seat, looking a little nervous, you reply, “I will accept that with the intention in which it was given. Thank you.”
The smile you receive is stunning.
