13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
Warnings: none
a/n: It’s been a while! Trying to get back into writing, or at least completing the prompts that were sent in. Continue to send them in! This was a prompt I had begun writing over a year ago and I just recently finished, so I apologize for any inconsistencies I may have missed. Enjoy!
Word Count: 1051
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The wind swirled around you as you hurried down the street. You tucked your book bag under your arm as you pushed on the door of your favorite café.
The mere sight of it began to warm up your chilled form. The room was full of mismatched armchairs complete with colorful pillows and hand-knitted throw blankets. Between every few chairs were small wooden tables, the perfect size to place delicate china cups filled with coffee and a book or laptop. Everything about the place screamed cozy.
The small bell on the door jingled to alert the staff of your presence. Your favorite barista, Aria sent you a smile before returning back to work. Rather than go straight to ordering a drink, you chose to make your way to the best spot in the whole place.
Tucked away in the back corner of the shop there was a table for two. It was close enough to the window that you could glance out of it for inspiration, but far away enough to provide privacy from the bustling people on the street. It was also home to your favorite seat: a stunning velvet red armchair complete with the softest deep plum blanket that had ever existed.
It wasn’t long before you were comfortably seated. You delicately took out your notebook and supplies to get some writing done, you had decided to wait a few minutes to get a drink so that you could wait out the growing line.
As you sat tucked away in your corner another patron entered the shop. He was wearing a dark green sweater that had been carefully tucked into the most unwrinkled pair of trousers anyone had ever seen. You did not notice him, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed you.
In fact, his eyes almost immediately snapped to your seat as he entered the shop. A small smile would adorn his face, but it was gone before anyone could notice. Within a few confident strides and one short exchange of words - he had ordered two drinks.
One coffee, black of course. And another, your favorite.
In the time it took for him to order and then receive his order, you still had not looked up. Not even a single glance. He was sure of it.
When your eyes first met his, he was standing in front of you. You sent him the cutest smile he had ever seen. Your chubby little cheeks pushed up at your eyes and the smallest of dimples appeared. He would’ve done anything if it meant seeing that smile every day. “Hi Five,” you spoke softly.
“Bonjour mon trésor.” His voice brought the lightest of red to your cheeks and he swore he could’ve melted.
He smirked at you before placing down the cups in his hand. You waited until he was settled in the seat in front of you before taking a sip of your drink. “mhm good,” you murmured.
“I’m glad you like it.” Your eyes met for a moment before you glance back down at your work. He gently placed a book on the table. You couldn’t read the title. It was some French novel. It was clearly old, as he opened it it creaked and with each page turn there was the slightest crinkle.
A comfortable silence took place. The sound of your light scribbles and his page turning mixed with the occasional pauses to sip from your respective cups. It lasted for quite some time before finally being broken by more aggressive sipping.
Your cup was empty. “Five,” you paused to give him a moment to recognize you were speaking to him. “Do you want another coffee? I am going to get one.”
He nodded wordlessly before he reached into his pocket and grabbed out cash. You stopped him, “I got it. You got the first one.”
The corner of his lips upturned, “What, are we on a date?” You rolled your eyes and quickly turned to walk away. This way you could hide the heat rising up on your face.
You ordered the coffees and stepped away from the counter to wait. But before you could get comfortable standing, a presence was behind you and swinging an arm across your shoulder. You felt yourself being pulled into the chest of the person before turning up to look into the eyes of Five. You raised your eyebrows at his actions and looked at him curiously. “What? I couldn’t let you wait by yourself.”
“I hope someone steals our stuff.”
“You’re far more important than any of my material items.”
The blush that you had been trying, unsuccessfully, to will away just moments before was back in full force. You sputtered for a moment, trying to grasp the right words. “Are you flirting with me?”
His eyes lit up and you swore he let out a small laugh before responding, "You finally noticed?” You shifted, turning around to face him; incidentally also pushing your face closer to his. You took a small step back, but felt his hands on the small of your back keeping you close.
“What’re you talking about!” You kept your voice low enough to not disturb the other patrons, but still showed shock clear on your face.
“It’s been years. Do you think I just follow all my friends to their favorite coffee shops and hang out with them the whole day!”
You swear you stopped breathing. “To be honest I never really thought about it..” You trailed off and before you could begin speaking again you were interrupted by someone yelling your name. Turning around you saw Aria with both of Five’s and your coffees in their hands. They had a mischievous look on their face.
“I knew you both would eventually figure it out.” Both coffees were pushed into the hands of their respective owners and before you could ask any follow up question, Aria was back to working and ignoring you completely.
You looked back at Five hesitantly before lightly intertwining your fingers with his and tugging him behind you to walk back to your seats.
If you had turned around, you would have noticed a light flush across his cheeks mirroring your own. The two of you would have a lot to discuss once you were back at your seats.
I didn’t know I needed french!five until i read this cute series - type thing written by @fivescoffee-cup bitch i’m so fuckin soft and i wish i knew more than one language, especially french and Russian because they’re both such pretty languages and also half of my family can only speak Russian. but alas, i am an unromantic American who speaks with a pure American accent. At least i have the privilege of already knowing one of the hardest languages so i dont have to learn it. but ANYWAYS, these fics are so damn cute and just speaking french/french accents make my heart tingle ughhhhhh so y’all should read it ;)
