#catering guy lore

[vaile-elenya]

okay listen. every weekday at exactly 9am there’s this tiny catering setup in the basement of my office (-1 floor, very glamorous). a bunch of catering guys show up with trays of food, they stay for literally 15 minutes, you pick what you want, pay, and that’s it. very transactional. very quick. very boring.

except… not. because there’s this one guy™.

the first time we actually talked he told me about the peanut butter + blueberry wholegrain croissant that he'd tried and it was apparently life-changing. but it wasn’t available that day, so i said i’d have to try it one day.

fast forward a week. i’d been working from home all week. i walk in, our eyes lock immediately, and the first thing he says is that i should come in more often because he had been setting the croissant aside for me every single time it was available. like. hello???

then the next day i walk in, our eyes meet (he has the cutest dark brown eyes btw), and there’s a small package waiting on the table. it’s THE croissant. for me. from him. i nearly floated out of my body. the following day? our eyes meet again (i swear it happens every single time). i wander around looking at the other caterings but i can feel his eyes on me. annnddd the next day?? he does a DOUBLE TAKE. looks at me, looks away, then looks AGAIN. with his soft little smirk. and those dark brown eyes. i am not okay

okay. so this sounds all cute and fun like an office rom-com but. here’s the plot twist: tomorrow is my last day at this job. and i literally cannot go to the catering room because OFFICE REASONS. he has no idea that today was actually the last time he’d see me.

so. after HOURS of spiraling in my brain (obviously), i did the only thing a rational, sane, rom-com-fanatic person could do… i wrote him a NOTE. yes. a freaking little note. and yes, i included my IG HANDLE. like, i am actually shaking just typing this. and my friend—my ACCOMPLICE—is going to hand it to him while she buys her breakfast. AND THEN SHE WILL REPORT BACK. FIELD REPORT. I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING.

so. what. do. we. think. he’s going to do??? read it right away??? SMILE that soft little smirk again??? keep setting croissants aside even though i won’t be there??? slide into my DMS??????

[vaile-elenya]

OKAY EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO SCREAM

(a.k.a. the first date debrief!!!!!)

a continuation of this thread — it was getting too long so here’s a new one

hear me out. this was our first date right. he didn’t tell me what the place was or anything just “i’ll pick you up at 4pm” and i was like oh cute surprise dinner or maybe a movie right??

WRONG.

this man. this absolute menace. drove me to a FREAKING CERAMICS CLASS.

i’m standing there in the doorway like some confused npc while he’s just smiling all proud like “surprise :)” and i’m like ???? sir ???? what is happening right now

so we spend the next hour covered in clay and there’s so much laughter and mutual bullying and like. he’s actually GOOD at it??? and when i asked if he ever did this before he just goes “i watched a few youtube videos to impress you” he did WHAT NOW??

ANYWAY. we each make something. or he makes something. i make what can only be described as a sad clay blob trying its best but then he looks at my tragic creation and goes “i’ll drink my morning tea out of it” and i’m like SIR??? THAT’S CUTE??? also since WHEN are we exchanging our failed ceramic projects??

and THEN. oh my god. the instructor goes “you’ll have to come back next week to glaze them” and without missing a single beat he just says “guess that means i get to see you again” and i swear my soul LEFT my body. like of COURSE he picked an activity that REQUIRES A SECOND DATE. what am i supposed to say to that. “yes pottery husband see you then” ???

but WAIT because it gets worse (better)

we’re driving back, we grab some tea, i’m rambling about how awful my mug looks and he’s like “don’t worry i think it’ll look better once it’s fired they always do” and i go “doubtful” and he says “nah. i’ve got good taste.”

and then he LOOKS. RIGHT. AT. ME.

this is maybe a good time to tell you that he’s actually INSANELY gorgeous. like. 5’9”, not bulky but you can tell he works out, dark brown chocolatey eyes, light brown hair that literally turns gold in the sun, soft beard. not too long. just perfect. like how dare he

so... yeah. i’m not saying i’m in love but i’m also not not saying that yk